Diane Hine - Grey lyrics

The diner nibbles biscuit because a stealthy misfit has finished off the brisket and the pie. His methods are erratic and crumbs bedaub his jacket unheeded by his static gla**y eyes. Upon his thin long fingers a whiff of Cheddar lingers. The end of a malingerer is nigh. His ears are pricked for whispers. A presage stills his whiskers before tight sprung ballistic metal flies. The silence is emphatic. The stillness is dramatic to underscore a tragic mouse demise. Quick nails tip tap the china. He grinds his biscuit finer. Behind his specs, the diner's eyes are dry.