"silently leaving the room, gathering your thoughts from the floor.
hopefully no one will hear you. silently closing the door.
down along the stairs to the hall. out to the streets where you find
rumored accounts and hearsay, rumored accounts and hearsay.
was it me who acted that way? is it you who should stay?
i don't recall ever acting that way. was it you who should have stayed?
the truth was deceiving when the hosts of the evening
found a ghost that was bleeding drops of blood from the ceiling.
everyone was laughing, we all prayed for a favor:
that the ghosts would entertain us with some songs and some dancing.
we gathered gallons of his blood, covered all the wood floors,
opened all of the windows and all of the doors,
broke all of the bottles on the streets down below.
soon blood was frozen, blessed by wounded love.
when the iceskates came on, the ghost finally sang us songs
to the tunes of the laughter of silently leaving the room."
kalabalık bir sounda sahip gibi gözüken, yaylıların ve piyanonun zik-zak yürüyüşlerinden ve karmaşık yapısından baş döndürebilecek kapasitede olan, terkediliş şarkısı.
