Luyện nghe bài hát Parameters

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

years go by
And you the momentum of teenage nightmares
Your breasts hang a woman's
And you jump at shadows anymore
Instead you may simply to admire
Those that move with the of trees dancing past streetlights

And you walk through your house without turning on
Sure of the angle from door to table, from to staircase
Sure of the number of steps, seven to the
Two to turn then seven more
Sure you will stroll serenely on the moving walkway of
Across bedroom and collapse with a sigh onto your bed

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

So sure are you of the endless drumming rhythm of isolation
That you are slow to adjust
If only because yours is not that of story
Still and again, life cannot the stuff of movies
No bullets shattering glass instead fear patiently
Fear almost smiles when you see him

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

New as you are, really, to the that
Even you've long since gotten used to the parameters
can all change
While you're out one night having a with a friend
Some big hand may be a big dial
Switching channels on your
Until you find yourself lost in
And watching your life with the sound off

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

All of this and
The swish of the soft leather of your coat
As you walk him step by step back to the
talked him down off the ledge of a very bad idea
Soft leather, big feet, eyes
The kinds of details the police officer would ask for
With his clipboard and his pistol in your