The Mute Wide-Open Eye Of All Things Testo

In her spacious apartment
And the demands of her children
She'd feel the firm grip of fate
When silence of bath water
Put [?binds] in the buffalo
Come disrupting in it

Compose the dramatic insistence
An [intrin?] mystery
A happiness of the body A self contained, they're not defined

I feel the nausea
An eerie [?splen]
Well I sense the tide!