Luyện nghe bài hát Parameters

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

Thirty-three go by
And you the momentum of teenage nightmares
Your hang like a woman's
And you jump at shadows anymore
Instead you may pause to admire
that move with the grace of trees dancing past streetlights

And you walk through your house turning on lamps
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 more
Sure you will stroll serenely on the moving of memory
Across your bedroom and collapse with a sigh onto bed

falling thunk thunk onto the floor
And there will be no man, suddenly all that time sitting 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 cannot see, holding what? You do not

So sure are you of the endless drumming of your isolation
That you are painfully slow to
If because yours is not that genre of story
Still and again, cannot muster the stuff of movies
No bullets shattering glass instead fear patiently
Fear almost when you finally see him

Though you kept 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 naivete that he is empty
And brings you great relief at the time

New as you are, really, to the that
Even after you've long gotten used to the parameters
can all change
While you're out one night having a drink with a
Some big may be turning a big dial
channels on your dreams
Until you yourself lost in them
And your daily life with the sound off

And of course having cautiously turned down the flame under eyes
There are more shadows everything
vision, a dim flashlight
That you have to shake all the way to the
Your solitude elevating itself like the of the dead
over your supposed 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 by step back 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
his clipboard and his pistol in your hallway