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9 years назад
"Neglected Space"By: #ImogenHeap HelloI watch you come and goI know you can hear my voiceDon't walk awayCome daydream with meIn closed loops and future-proof cardboard to caviarLet's show them how good we areIf you look after me, I'll look after youSonar, night vision or desperate loversSeeking privacy for their forbiddenI am their defenseless hostThrough my open wounds they let themselves inSheltered (sheltered), they mock me (they mock me)If you stand up for me, I'll stand up for youI'm weather-beaten in a losing battle punctured by nature, becoming organicThe air in here ages me, ungracefully!But if you take care of me, I will take care of youOh, my crumbling heart!If you'll be good to me,I'll be good to youI'm amidstI could be the best decision you ever made, a beacon, your peaceful cornerFind me, cherish me, take me on or pull me downYou choose (Wait!)Oh, safe in the ache of soul-decay!'Cause I will remember youWill you (Remember me?)Bespoke to broken, this interwoven tapestry of tragedy,Crooked frames and cracked glazingSlithers of wistful window gazes glint in borrowed lightWhere doorways with no door stage a ballet of leaves,Who pirouette in the footsteps of once glorious daysBy peeling paint, I'm a sunken ceiling,I'm cracking up, and can seem threateningI'm falling apartI'm scary at nightTake dark, forbiddenKeep out, keep out!No, no, no go forthA has-been, a once was, the leftovers, an eyesore, bleeding, oxidising,A few remaining, unloved, emotionally damaged, a waste of space,A nuisance, I haven't had time to become, unwanted!What's gone? I'm losing itThis is not what I stand forThis is not what I stand forThis is not what I stand forIt was a perfectly good grand pianoStop in the name of love!I've got just what you're looking for!I've got tree-lined interiors,Where we can dine with the biosphereIf you'll take care of me, I'll take care of youIf you be good to me, then I'll be good to youI'm a story in mourning, and you're the authorSo pour out your masterpieceEntropy increasing, how long before I'm dust?Can we discuss?~* I sometimes feel like an piano in a abandoned warehouse.....That the hearts of touched in the past can play but never do...they just stare at a distance...look through windows and let dust collect on my keys...they take a peek and just leave....waiting for someone to finally roll up their sleeves....