i will have you for an hour
i'll keep you for a week
locked up in the cellar
not allowed to speak
i will bring you dirty pennies
wrap them in your hand
and then i'll take them back
until you understand
but i really do stutter
when the words are you
my blood runs cold
when i'm spending black time with you
the cleaning of the corners
the gathering of trash
leaning over anthills
with a magnifying gla**
you were splendid in the summer
simple in the fall
and the gravity of winter
don't agree with you at all
but i really do stutter
when the words are you
myblood runs cold
when i'm spending black time with you