Luyện nghe bài hát Parameters

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

Thirty-three go by
And you the momentum of teenage nightmares
Your hang like a woman's
And you don't at shadows anymore
Instead you may pause to admire
Those that move with the grace of trees dancing past

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

Shoes falling thunk onto the floor
And there will be no strange man, suddenly all time sitting there
Sitting there on must be the prize 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 are you of the endless drumming rhythm of your isolation
That you are painfully slow to
If only because yours is not that of story
Still and again, life cannot muster the stuff of
No bullets shattering glass instead fear sits
Fear almost smiles you finally see him

Though you have kept him waiting for thirty-three
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 brings you relief at the time

New as you are, really, to the idea
Even after you've long since 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 channels on your
you find yourself lost in them
And your daily life with the sound off

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

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