Luyện nghe bài hát Control

She knows.
She how much control is worth.
what a woman can lose
when her to move has been taken away.
Frozen, in shadows.
out to the wind,
hidden the garden.

if roses have stories they cannot tell?
What if God's voice is in the things I've said?
I'm thin blooded. always
tipping, tipping, to and fro.
Dancing in the light of the flame.
hot hearted,
but always boiling to the of it's own drum.
It is the sum of my living.
And I've been trying to find my way.

Stillness.
I like a secret I've never told.
Tucked between the sheets of my conscience.
cannot be held.
Hands constantly out for empty.
Hearts racing toward a paradise.
longing, but never lasted.
Why you let go?
habits.

In a perfect I would be a thunderstorm.
falling everywhere at once,
like big diamonds on my melting into reverie.
making itself present,
color bowing the clouds,
affected, being transposed.

A heavy set of on the hills of my body,
its shape together.
the fears.
Keeping these from falling to pieces.
When the sky breaks apart, and the culminates,
my fingers nail the buzzing of blood
and the of numbness?
Can I keep the open and the lights on in the forest?
Will the trees call me home again?