歌词
Outline; bland and forlorn...
a palpitation, a heartbeat murmur...
you stand inert,
frozen and harsh...
you twist in confinement, anticipatory...
you shield your mouth
under cover of hand;
looking as if from an oriental land...
and you finger the surface;
slight and shallow barbed in its significance...
glib and callow, with a continuous indefinable
thirsting for that which you cannot beg
steal or borrow...
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