Piano Trio No. 1 in D Minor, Op. 63: I. Mit Energie und Leidenschaft

歌詞

Quick to cry, nothing left. No fountains rise, no rivulets. No, "One last thing...", or "See you then.". Unwind the scarf from around your neck. Turn to climb the catwalk rise the switchback to the other side. Cars whir under the overpass a nosebleed for no reason. Hey there, pal, oh, pal-o-mine. If you followed my advice, you're winding up the onramp rise, fast approaching the overpass. You see me standing at the crest through the glass, a heavy silhouette; shoulders dropped, hips cocked. But I was only bleeding. How could you know that I was only bleeding? I know, I know, I know, I know that it is only a pinprick. I know that I barely broke the skin. The tenderness of these wolves, so curious, that's why we're always letting them in to thrash our well appointed rooms. You know, I'd do it again for the thrill of these crystalline peaks. I'm gasping your wilderness in. Switched back to the other side, scarf trailing behind, the scheming briars, the would-be snags, unraveled it all through my hands. You're polishing portholes in the glass with the cuff of your sleeve; coffe cold, a thermos cup. Shame is cooling on your cheeks. Yes the rivulets did rise and as they arced into the light, frozen, twisted, splintering, a hush of 'ticks' and 'pings'