Two, three, four
We stank of hair dye and ammonia
We sealed ourselves away from view
You were looking at the void and seldom blinking
The best that I could do
Was to train my eyes on you
We scaled the hidden hills beneath the surface
Scraped our fingers bloody on the stones
And built a little hut that we could live in
Out of Dinu Lipatti's bones
We kept our friends at bay all summer long
Treated the days as though they'd kill us if they could
Wringing out the hours like blood-drenched bedsheets
To keep wintertime at bay
But December sprang up anyway
There was no money; it was money that you wanted
And the paint peeled, and the rotten rafters groaned
And we watched cracks form in the house we'd made
Out of Dinu Lipatti's bones
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