yellow pages low f at moon

the back of big stone houses at night on hills at stairwells in black fields and the wind in the grass and the moon. not quite quiet. somethings in the wetgrass and the low yellow moon light floods from your windows as you talk on the phone. your silent excited oneway conversation spilll. make sthe telegraphs buzz and wireshum and wander off a flutter whoopflapflap. outside in quiet deep dark i sing hymnsto the cows who breathe clouds and come to lick me, makes me, make s you, youre laughing on the phone. outside my house on my own. cant find the door and nobodyu butt he cows know, and youre laughing on t he telephone.