Luyện nghe bài hát Parameters

Thirty-three years go by and not once do you home
To find a man sitting in bedroom
is, a man you don't know
Who came a long way to deliver one very specific
your back door, you idiot
However you imagine yourself to be, you are wrong

Thirty-three go by
And you loosen the of teenage nightmares
Your breasts like a woman's
And you don't jump at shadows
Instead you may simply to admire
Those that move with the of trees dancing past streetlights

And you walk through your house turning on lamps
Sure of the angle from door to table, from table to
Sure of the of steps, seven to the landing
Two to right then seven more
Sure you will stroll serenely on the walkway of memory
Across your bedroom and collapse a sigh onto your bed

Shoes falling thunk onto the floor
And there will be no man, suddenly all that time sitting there
there on what must be the prize chair
In your of uncomfortable chairs with a wild look in his eyes
And that you cannot see, holding what? You do not know

So are you of the endless drumming rhythm of your isolation
That you are painfully to adjust
If only yours is not that genre of story
and again, life cannot muster the stuff of movies
No bullets shattering glass instead sits patiently
Fear smiles when you finally see him

Though you have kept him waiting for years
And now he has let in
And he has brought you of teenage nightmares
Though you think you see, in your that he is empty handed
And this you great relief at the time

New as you are, really, to the idea
after you've long since gotten used to the parameters
They can all
While you're out one night having a drink with a
big hand may be turning a big dial
Switching on your dreams
Until you find lost in them
And watching your daily life with the off

And of course having cautiously turned down the flame under your
There are more shadows around
vision, a dim flashlight
That you to shake all the way to the outhouse
Your solitude elevating itself like the spirit of the
Presiding over your supposed repose, not really at all
Just a sleeping position and a of suspicious sounds
A clanking pipe, a creaking branch, the of a cat

All of and maybe
The swish of the soft leather of your intruder's
As you walk him step by step to the door
Having him down off the ledge of a very bad idea
Soft leather, big feet, eyes
The kinds of details the officer would ask for later
With his clipboard and his in your hallway