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