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I first heard your voice from an airplane
You told me that you loved me
You told me you had crystal knees
And couldn't stop thinking about
Gene Seberg's fetus baby in its glass coffin
To prove it wasn't black at all
I wanted to hang up
Or politely say goodbye
And then change my number
And never answer the phone again
Until I knew you were dead
But you kept saying things I wanted to hear
Like that a window might as well be a wall
But thank God for fish tanks and bottles
What do I see?
What do I hear?
You are sweating in your sleep
On our rented bed
Like a lost summer cloud
Pierced by a jet
Heard only when it's gone
The birds above the waterfall
Drink mist from giant leaves
And fly over the edge
Yeah, that's the part of me
Cheer up, cheer up, cheer up
And plainly tell everybody
Your Nhung stays on
I hear aWhoa
They come up and run
You know we're afloat
Wake up, wake up, get a apo
Holy *, I know it, I know it
Yeah, I know it, gehört
Fell out of me
To leave me come home
But you forget who I am
But strive to be a hijo, to wake me up
A piece of your face
A piece drifts by on the yellow tip of a wave
In the dead of the afternoon
The same shark that came to shore yesterday
Rolls sickly like a tired drunk
Trying to keep from being eaten at low tide
He's not afraid of me, I'm thinking of you
So much gone from memory
That I'm left with just your teeth
What do I hear?
What do I see?
It's nice how your veil gives you like freckles in the graveside sun
You're the last picture on the wall
Hanging in the corner of the hall
I wish I could see you
Touch your face, your back
The way you breathe on my pillow
Lightly, openly
It was hot and you'd been sleeping all day long
What I have now is a photograph of you
At a funeral where relatives whispered like snakes
Shining and well-dressed in the grass
Even then I can't find a sense of you
What do you see, honey?
What do I hear?
What do I see?
What do I hear?
What do I hear?
What do I see?
All three of us
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