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.