Metaphorical on footsteps; obsessive |
Feint tears tap a patter on the window sill Accompanying the steps doth trodding still In tune to the time of a vicarious little dance. Can you hear them, might I implore? Thumps and taps and bumps galore In tune to the time of a vicarious little dance. The footsteps rise and fall and sweep In tune to the time of a vicarious little dance- I regret to say they'll die, they will! In tune to the time of a vicarious little dance That reverberates in wake of thoughts no more, Can you hear them, might I implore? Sketchedly etching haggard air In tune to the time of a vicarious litle dance Subjective to the haggard error Of a rhythm characterized by The woes and the throes of emotion In tune to the time of a vicarious little dance. You hear them, I am sure! Pitter-pattering about so meek In tune to the time of a vicarious little dance, So slight you can't see them ranting In tune to the time of a vicarious little dance (Unless you're blind or have been, Then I suppose you might see). In tune to the time of a vicarious little dance They sing and dance of things that were, They are a figurative tide, still Whispering to you and me In tune to the time of a vicarious little dance That swings and frays Through nights and days In tune to the time of a vicarious little dance! Tap tap tap, tappity tap tap (In tune to the time of a vicarious litttle dance) Apparent at a steady interval In tune to the time of a vicarious little dance That often gets slightly anorm' So you can hear the whispers and slights Throughout days and nights So long as the trodder trods In tune to the time of a vicarious little dance Then You and I must surely listen; Listen as the steps reverberate In tune to the time of a vicarious little dance. |