I Put the glass to the wall
My ear in it's curve
Listened in to the rise and fall
Of you losing your nerves
I don't know who that man is
How you met or where he's been
I am listening with the bricks between
To the mix of sweat and stress
I miss it, the real grip of a lover
You see when my love arrived
I was married into one thing
But divorced from another
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