A man comes to my door selling needles and thread, I send him away
A man comes to my door selling needles and thread, I send him away
The whole city like vomit across the plain, I send him away

My love, my years
Find it, find it
Broken, broken

A man comes to my door selling needles and thread, I send him away
A man comes to my door selling needles and thread, I send him away
The whole city like vomit across the plain, I send him away

My love, my years
Turn back into the room

The wars, and the days, the nights, the cars
Broken into echelons, getting onto elevators
Broken into me, broken into thou
Broken, broken

Broken into buses going by
Broken into smoke
And sleep
And no sleep

A moth
A mouth
A month
A minute
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