If you found the words, would you really say them?nOr silent through the versenWill mumble punctuationnRemembering the line, an empty metaphornThat you savored by yourself nYou're never curednIf I forgot the lines, is it easy enough to fake it?nOr do you need a moment to rememorizenAnd model it like a curse half disguised?nnLeers, cheers, whispers and the tearsnThat final taste before you're taken awaynOdds, ends, final amendsnIt's all right to say itnJust as long as you don't really think son nGive me a little roomnTo get on with concentrationnJust enough to knownWhat I'm missing in educationnBorrowing all the hours that you gave to menIt's a wonder I could ever breathenUnder all your thoughtsnYou'll hear the final answernOf all the things you were that have been parallelednAll the voices that were raised and finally fellnnLeers, cheers, whispers and tearsnThat final taste before you're taken awaynOdds, ends, final amendsnIt's all right to say itnJust as long as you don't really think sonnNo lightsnNo shownNo setsnThat's all you getnNo waitsnNo callsnNo written tests for what you known nLeers, cheers, whispers and tearsnThat final taste before you're taken awaynOdds, ends, final amendsnIt's all right to say itnJust as long as you don't really think so