Trieste

Listen, its ringing after all, it couldn’t be cut off, now the signal’s surely strong Glisten, the teeth behind a smile, a name that isn’t heard, and a paper no one signed Listen, you’ve heard that line before, as useless as the days, when all you have is more Glisten, the feeling never known, it’s humming in your head, the pitch of a dial tone You can’t define, quantify, wrap your mind around it You can’t divide, up a life, there’s no lines around it What’s yours is mine, it’s collection time, collection time Collection time, collection time, collection time again