Luyện nghe bài hát Parameters

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

years go by
And you the momentum of teenage nightmares
Your hang like a woman's
And you don't jump at shadows
you may simply pause to admire
Those that move with the of trees dancing past streetlights

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

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

So sure are you of the endless drumming rhythm of isolation
That you are painfully slow to
If only because is not that genre of story
Still and again, life cannot the stuff of movies
No shattering glass instead fear sits patiently
Fear almost smiles when you see him

Though you have him waiting for thirty-three years
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 great at the time

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

And of course cautiously turned down the flame under your eyes
There are more around everything
vision, a dim flashlight
That you to shake all the way to the outhouse
Your solitude elevating like the spirit of the dead
Presiding over your repose, not really 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 soft of your intruder's coat
As you walk him step by step to the door
talked him down off the ledge 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 your