Dialog Box - David Byrne

Picture this

Bumping lips

Everyone talks

Do a dialogue box

They shake and bake

Make cranky face

They got rocks in the head

Got rocks in the bed

Pull the hood down, grab the fold-out

Is it too loud?

Is it alright?

Makin' contact and you know that

Need a tight fit to survive

«Romeo,» said Juliette

Got a dialogue box

Hey, look at me, that’s my answer

All sparkly white, shiny bright

A genuine smile, the renegade style

Go and heat 'em up and stir the pot

Bake it a while, then cool on the side

Tribulation, revelation

Absolution, prophesized

I’m a rich man, I’m a poor man

But the main thing, I’m alive

Lost in space, cosmic haze

Beautiful wreck, special effect

Clean and pure, swift and sure

I’m ready to drop In a dialogue box

Decoration, innovation

My creation, any size

If you try it and you like it

You can have it customized

Gonna test you with a gesture

Do I feel you?

Are you scared?

In the darkness, in the details

At the movies or a play

You all crinkled up, delirious

Fall through the cracks in a dialogue box

With a smiley bump, gonna line 'em up

And the question I ask

Hey, look at me, that’s my answer