Luyện nghe bài hát Parameters

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

Thirty-three go by
And you loosen the momentum of nightmares
Your breasts hang like a
And you don't at shadows anymore
Instead you may simply pause to
Those that move with the grace of trees past streetlights

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

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

So sure are you of the drumming rhythm of your isolation
you are painfully slow to adjust
If because yours is not that genre of story
Still and again, life cannot muster the of movies
No bullets shattering glass instead fear sits
Fear almost smiles you finally see him

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

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

And of course having cautiously turned down the flame under eyes
There are shadows around everything
Your vision, a dim
That you have to shake all the way to the
solitude elevating itself like the spirit of the dead
Presiding over 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 and maybe
The of the soft leather of your intruder's coat
As you walk him step by step to the door
Having talked him down off the of a very bad idea
leather, big feet, almond eyes
The of details the police officer would ask for later
his clipboard and his pistol in your hallway