Luyện nghe bài hát Departure

He was in his room, awake, half asleep
The walls of the room to alter angles
Elongating and alternately
Then twisting around completely so
He was on the opposite side of the
A trick of the light and too caffeine, he thought
came a knock on the door
And this sound was the same brown tone
As the wood of which the was made
At he thought he'd imagined it
Because it would not have out of place
the other strange hallucinatory events of that night
But then it again, only heavier this time
a sense of real urgency, so pulling himself up
And stepping pools of moonlight and shadow
He made his bleary way across the room the door
And slowly, apprehensively, raised the

The latch became a fingertip, his own

sapping as a new form, transversing the edge of his emotions
His power became his agony, his power no bounds
Whereas before, his peace withstood it's vastness
His prerogative became an endless of the all impossible
His final soul is with the contempt only
Even the legendary glance backward with
Eternity's stone in peace or save is already destroyed

You cannot share, the is rising
Ghost and monkeys make a

He to will himself back to bed
He wanted to feel the reassuring
Crisp, sheets once taken for granted
To be back home, as houses
An' protected by walls covered in familiar
But even wallpaper had become to him
He remembered staring into the paisley
And seeing a repetition of
At night he would listen to the click of heels on outside
And try to imagine the facial features of the figure
He always see his own face
And realization of this prophecy rang terrible and true
For at this moment, it was indeed, his own that filled the shoes
Shoes no man would want to wear

the hills then

Into the hills to search for another searcher's closely held goals
Into the wild under the billowing leafs
Under the birds, the singing soil
The babies, the unhappy new loves
The alphabetics, the long lost lovers
Never to sons safely the mothers
In fact, all the clouds that he will move into a playground
A sense of moonlight and
All the stars touch to the cold sunflower, fly to his middle eye
The had become sinister to him
Alas, cold
Alas, rainbow's middle destination
Another of this prophecy
All life's drums drink bottles and visions blinded