Threads from a rope strewn on the carpetI caress with the scream that’s buriedand locked away…
He never spokeand yet I was the one to hear his words,
Not in some hurried predictable way,Just all of the moments I hope that you live.
I hear you but you are not speaking to someone as close as me
You must be close enough,We often say the same things,After not much speakingin…