The vanishing spies

by Frank Black

The vanishing spies
Just something I read
A couple of eyes
From out of the head
And all that was said
Was that's just how
some things don't materialize
Could be they broke
And swam like a bird
Fear of spooking the folk
With talk of the third
Or maybe the third
Played a joke
Give me a blip
And I'll totally flip
Say it's nothing but sky
And I'll be a lonely guy
The vanishing spies
Just something I read
A couple of eyes
Sent out from the head
And all that was said
Was that is just how
some things do not materialize
Give me ont little blip
And I'll totally flip
Say it's nothing but sky
And I will be one lonely guy