Listening
(não sei)
And she lies quietly amid her empty room
And probes her open heart to verify the wound
She receives the phone call,
she rewinds the message tape
She walks to the window
Lets her sweat pour down the fire escape
CHORUS: I am listening to you, I am listening to you
You don’t say a word, you don’t have to
Frozen in the hour the thought of going on
Feels real and unreal until the feeling’s gone
Like a boy the begs for bread the snapshot is all there is
To remind us of our place and
return us to the hungry masses
CHORUS
And she lies motionless beneath the ceiling fan
The blades become invisible
and she becomes intransed
No one knows the future and no one cares about the past
But when a star is dying we all cling to what can not last
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