Luyện nghe bài hát Recessional

"It's so here," she says,
"This moment now and moment, now."
And I never thought I would find her
and satin, my four walls transformed.
But she's looking at me, to center,
No room at all for any thought.

And I I don't want this, oh, I swear I don't want this.
There's a reason not to this but I forgot.

In the terminal she on my shoulder,
Hair falling forward, all askew.
Fluorescent beat their wings overhead:
"Passengers missing, looking for you."
And she dreams the noise, her weight against me,
Face pressed into the grooves.

Maybe it means nothing, maybe it nothing,
it means nothing, but I'm afraid to move.

And the they're everything and nothing.
I want to for her in the offhand remarks.
Who are you, coffee, no sugar?
Who are you, street signs?
Who are you, the in the shell of a lover,
Dark curtains by the passage of time?

Oh, words, rain, how sweet the sound.
"Well anyway," she says, "I'll see you around..."