Nevasca - Hopscotch | Текст песни

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and I know full well you won’t be there
you won’t be in the street
in the hum that buzzes
from the arc lamps at night
nor in the gesture
of selecting from the menu
nor in the smile
that lightens people packed into the subway

nor in the borrowed books
nor in the see-you-tomorrow
you won’t be in my dreams
in my word’s first destination
(nor will you be in a telephone number)

or in the color of a pair of gloves or a blouse
I’ll get angry, love, without it being on account of you
(and I’ll buy chocolates but not for you)

I’ll stop at the corner you’ll never come to
and I’ll say the words that are said
and I’ll eat the things that are eaten
and I’ll dream the dreams that are dreamed

and I know full well you won’t be there
nor here inside
in the prison where I still hold you
nor there outside
in this river of streets and bridges

you won’t be there (at all)
you won’t even be a memory
and when I think of you
I’ll be thinking th a thought
that’s obscurely trying
to recall you

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