This interference's shiftingnA soft accent cascadingnA second glimpse of falling TVsnDraws me in too easilynSome kind of nonchalancenContains my will to chancenThe avidity of youthnThe naivety of younnSomewhere where silence ended is where I reassemblenMy lens to take your photographnWhich I throw away autographednAnd there's an illegal tendernAnd there's a senseless sensornAnd there's a notion we don't neednnAnd they leave just like younNever come undonenYou deceive just like menNext to menThough I'll never even see younNext to younNever seen such beautynnTwo persons in a vistanThe third one says she's hollownA moist and lashing spoken tonguenThe words silent since I was youngnIn the flicker light we're interlaced and face to facenSomeone is blurring now, abiding time as I avownAnd there's a soft surrendernAnd there's a stark contendernAnd there are notions we do neednnI will never come undone