Luyện nghe bài hát Recessional

"It's so here," she says,
"This now and this moment, now."
And I thought I would find her here:
and satin, my four walls transformed.
But looking at me, straight to center,
No room at all for any thought.

And I know I 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 forward, mouth all askew.
Fluorescent beat their wings overhead:
"Passengers missing, we're for you."
And she dreams through the noise, her weight me,
pressed into the corduroy grooves.

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

And the words: they're and nothing.
I want to search for her in the remarks.
Who are you, taking coffee, no
Who are you, echoing signs?
Who are you, the stranger in the of a lover,
Dark curtains drawn by the of time?

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