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  • He thinks that he is falling
    He tells me on a rusty bench
    As we sit dripping drenched
    In autumn rain

    He says he thinks he's fallen
    Im staring at a dampened nail
    Contorted by the hail
    And chicken stained

    suspended in the shower
    I watch his sentence cower
    In the shadows of my mind
    My ears are blind

    He tells me that he's fallen
    My fingertips are turning blue
    I see him leave through
    The drizzled pane

    He almost says he's falling
    I'm gazing at an ailing fly
    And i watch it slowly die
    With no suprise

    He does not says he's fallen
    I'm rigid as a frozen queen
    His eager hands between
    My weary thighs

    I taste his wet desire
    My mouth is stale and drier
    As the housefly toils until
    It's winter still

    There's no more talk of falling
    Those dusky words are now taboo
    There's no more iv'e fallen too
    left in my eyes
  • [00:17.07]He thinks that he is falling
    [00:23.25]He tells me on a rusty bench
    [00:28.40]As we sit dripping drenched
    [00:31.66]In autumn rain
    [00:37.32]
    [00:40.21]He says he thinks he's fallen
    [00:46.29]Im staring at a dampened nail
    [00:52.30]Contorted by the hail
    [00:57.19]And chicken stained
    [01:06.33]
    [01:08.04]suspended in the shower
    [01:11.19]I watch his sentence cower
    [01:15.08]In the shadows of my mind
    [01:18.82]My ears are blind
    [01:22.86]
    [01:24.20]He tells me that he's fallen
    [01:30.17]My fingertips are turning blue
    [01:36.40]I see him leave through
    [01:40.29]The drizzled pane
    [01:51.93]
    [01:59.29]He almost says he's falling
    [02:07.28]I'm gazing at an ailing fly
    [02:12.35]And i watch it slowly die
    [02:16.32]With no suprise
    [02:22.29]
    [02:24.20]He does not says he's fallen
    [02:32.25]I'm rigid as a frozen queen
    [02:37.29]His eager hands between
    [02:40.30]My weary thighs
    [02:51.28]
    [02:52.10]I taste his wet desire
    [02:55.69]My mouth is stale and drier
    [02:59.30]As the housefly toils until
    [03:03.52]It's winter still
    [03:06.34]
    [03:08.33]There's no more talk of falling
    [03:15.78]Those dusky words are now taboo
    [03:20.90]There's no more iv'e fallen too
    [03:26.66]left in my eyes