Luyện nghe bài hát Parameters

Thirty-three years go by and not do you come home
To find a man sitting in bedroom
That is, a man you know
Who came a long way to deliver one very message
Lock your back door, you
However invincible you 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
you may simply pause to admire
Those that move the grace of trees dancing past streetlights

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

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

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

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

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

And of course having turned 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 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 creaking branch, the of a cat

All of and maybe
The swish of the soft leather of your coat
As you walk him step by step back to the
Having talked him off the ledge of a very bad idea
Soft leather, big feet, almond
The kinds of details the police would ask for later
his clipboard and his pistol in your hallway