In Any Clean Clothes
At the second carpet
Returning vagueness to put it into something quite succinct
Withdraw all answers
Keep my systematic display but the opposite's appeared
Maybe some should be invited
And some were, but they waited so long that the invitation has expired
Those empty tables on the hall are filled up with some bits of me one shield-like stand
Did I ask impolitely?
Or to your eyes did I stop something that you didn't want to stop?
Did I bring it the right thing?
Or did I break the glass that you desired to use before the drop?
Such a shame to be a master of decorum walking over the ground
Find me guilty and proceed to point it out
I've already re-modernized my ascendance with a mark
Now the scale tips to my side
And those empty tables on the hall are filled up with some bits of me one shield-like stand
Did I ask impolitely?
Or to your eyes did I stop something that you didn't want to stop?
Did I bring it the right thing?
Or did I break the glass that you desired to use before the drop?
Haven't checked in a while for the layers on me form
But I still can feel the cold
It's a half of my edge and the trace that I show
But I still can define what's soft
Returning vagueness to put it into something quite succinct
Withdraw all answers
Keep my systematic display but the opposite's appeared
Maybe some should be invited
And some were, but they waited so long that the invitation has expired
Those empty tables on the hall are filled up with some bits of me one shield-like stand
Did I ask impolitely?
Or to your eyes did I stop something that you didn't want to stop?
Did I bring it the right thing?
Or did I break the glass that you desired to use before the drop?
Such a shame to be a master of decorum walking over the ground
Find me guilty and proceed to point it out
I've already re-modernized my ascendance with a mark
Now the scale tips to my side
And those empty tables on the hall are filled up with some bits of me one shield-like stand
Did I ask impolitely?
Or to your eyes did I stop something that you didn't want to stop?
Did I bring it the right thing?
Or did I break the glass that you desired to use before the drop?
Haven't checked in a while for the layers on me form
But I still can feel the cold
It's a half of my edge and the trace that I show
But I still can define what's soft
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Writer(s): Emilio Garcia
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