Make me feel like a coward.
Make you feel like a queen.
Fame and famine.
What it is now isn’t what it could be.

Listen to what’s not there.

He’s sitting at the counter, he hears.
Always knowing what’s going on
But he doesn’t say a word.
They say it’s better left unheard.

Reworking this history.
What does this mean for me?
Reveal the future,
Please open the door for me.

Maybe you’ll go forever.
Maybe I’ll go for a walk.
Cooked and cooled.
He calls to talk about earlier talks.

Listen for what’s not around.
Ear to ground and toes on air.
Do you ever hear what’s not there?

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