Luyện nghe bài hát Parameters

Thirty-three years go by and not do you come home
To find a man sitting in your
That is, a man you know
Who came a long way to one very specific message
Lock your door, you idiot
However invincible you yourself to be, you are wrong

Thirty-three go by
And you loosen the momentum of teenage
Your breasts hang like a
And you jump at shadows anymore
Instead you may pause to admire
Those that move with the grace of trees dancing streetlights

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

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

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

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

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

And of having cautiously turned down the flame under your eyes
There are more around everything
Your vision, a dim
That you have to shake all the way to the
Your solitude elevating like the spirit of the dead
over your supposed repose, not really sleep at all
Just a sleeping position and a series of suspicious
A clanking pipe, a creaking branch, the of a cat

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