Testo The Passage

There's a ringing in my ear
And I fear
I'll never get the chance again to hear
The sweetness of your voice
When you softly rejoice
Whispering quietly to me in my ear
Or,
As when all the world stubles rushes in You slip your step shin kissing your split chin
By the over-turned chair,
Study the lightbulb hanging there
And reel back gasping grasping for your wind.

"Put it on me, I'll carry you and me, you will see."