| [00:17.07] |
He thinks that he is falling |
| [00:23.25] |
He tells me on a rusty bench |
| [00:28.40] |
As we sit dripping drenched |
| [00:31.66] |
In autumn rain |
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|
| [00:40.21] |
He says he thinks he's fallen |
| [00:46.29] |
Im staring at a dampened nail |
| [00:52.30] |
Contorted by the hail |
| [00:57.19] |
And chicken stained |
| [01:06.33] |
|
| [01:08.04] |
suspended in the shower |
| [01:11.19] |
I watch his sentence cower |
| [01:15.08] |
In the shadows of my mind |
| [01:18.82] |
My ears are blind |
| [01:22.86] |
|
| [01:24.20] |
He tells me that he's fallen |
| [01:30.17] |
My fingertips are turning blue |
| [01:36.40] |
I see him leave through |
| [01:40.29] |
The drizzled pane |
| [01:51.93] |
|
| [01:59.29] |
He almost says he's falling |
| [02:07.28] |
I'm gazing at an ailing fly |
| [02:12.35] |
And i watch it slowly die |
| [02:16.32] |
With no suprise |
| [02:22.29] |
|
| [02:24.20] |
He does not says he's fallen |
| [02:32.25] |
I'm rigid as a frozen queen |
| [02:37.29] |
His eager hands between |
| [02:40.30] |
My weary thighs |
| [02:51.28] |
|
| [02:52.10] |
I taste his wet desire |
| [02:55.69] |
My mouth is stale and drier |
| [02:59.30] |
As the housefly toils until |
| [03:03.52] |
It's winter still |
| [03:06.34] |
|
| [03:08.33] |
There's no more talk of falling |
| [03:15.78] |
Those dusky words are now taboo |
| [03:20.90] |
There's no more iv'e fallen too |
| [03:26.66] |
left in my eyes |
