Letra de Sixth Sense

Outline; bland and forlorn...
A palpitation, a heartbeat murmur...
You stand inert
Frozen and harsh...
You twist in confinement, anticipatory...
You shield your mouth
Under cover of hand;
Looking as if from an oriental land...
And you finger the surface;
Slight and shallow barbed in its significance...
Glib and callow, with a continuous indefinable
Thirsting for that which you cannot beg
Steal or borrow...