cover my hands, bury my face nin the bosom of the radionit's bending my ear with the sweetest of liesnwatching all the yesterdays glownni can hear your voice nlike the loom of an organs footwork pedalingni cover my mouth with a curse and a cross to paralyzenndon't you trust meni'm listeningndon't you trust menntime changes timeninto a spineless curventurned on a dimenaway from what was preservednlost in my mindnis a shallow reservenbut you've got a lot of nervennthe feeling i get from closing my eyesnis like throwing my hands in the airni can fill up my mouth with curses and lies nbut i don't think that my friends would carenni feel my face growing hotnlike a film strip melting yellowingni cover my eyes like a moth to the lights that paralyzennare you wandering or falling out?nare you wanderingnntime changes timeninto a spineless curventurned on a dimenaway from what was preservednlost in my mindnis a shallow reservenbut you've got a lot of nerve