Dm

the edge of it cold

infringement and

stories of the khyber

pass harmless laying

on the table otherwise

engaging some

thoughts sound best

in a foreign tongue

in distant voices overhead

prepubescent whining

harmonizes with the woman

half a world away urgency

loss and longing

three notes to the

chord augmented eleventh

hour pleas scrape along

the glass top all the way

to where the hot sauce is