[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