A dog doth to itself give yelpèd bliss, but you and I are not such

things as bliss, self-yelped, doth well suffice

These days. You know I don't have any money.

Isn't there a radio playing? If we walk from this bed to that chair,

if we listen….Listen:

Our song is changing its snake bones.

What yelpèd bliss a dog doth give itself! If only you and I such

screaming bliss possessed. Wouldn't it suffice?

Some day…no. We will never have any money.

But there is a radio playing. If we walk from this chair to that

door, if we listen—. Listen:

Our only song has changed its bones.