I don’t know why she burned up all those greylead drawings we saw in Castlemaine the week my brother called about the car I don’t know why she sold her clothes and broke her violin and bows and scattered them around the living room when I arrived
I told them all that she could see some things that I believe were never there like old men making copies of the keys I don’t know why her hairs go grey at night in my arms she’d say how long we’d been together since the days at Albert Yard
[00:03.90]I don’t know why she burned up all [00:09.40]those greylead drawings we saw in Castlemaine [00:16.89]the week my brother called about the car [00:23.93]I don’t know why she sold her clothes and broke her violin and bows [00:33.94]and scattered them around the living room when I arrived [00:44.01] [01:03.21]I told them all that she could see [01:08.55]some things that I believe were never there [01:15.79]like old men making copies of the keys [01:23.78]I don’t know why her hairs go grey [01:27.98]at night in my arms she’d say [01:33.00]how long we’d been together since the days at Albert Yard [01:43.35] [01:45.68]
