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 very specific
your back door, you idiot
However invincible you imagine to be, you are wrong

Thirty-three go by
And you the momentum of teenage nightmares
breasts hang like a woman's
And you jump at shadows anymore
Instead you may pause to admire
Those that move with the grace of trees dancing past

And you walk through your without turning on lamps
Sure of the from door to table, from table to staircase
of the number of steps, seven to the landing
Two to turn right then seven
Sure you will stroll on the moving walkway of memory
Across your and collapse with a sigh onto your bed

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

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

Though you have kept him waiting for years
And now he has let in
And he has brought you fistfuls of nightmares
Though you think you see, in your naivete that he is 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
can all change
While you're out one night a drink with a friend
Some big hand may be a big dial
Switching channels on your
Until you yourself lost in them
And watching your daily with the sound off

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

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