you said it the same way again the same way I said it tomorrow you said it the same way again the same way I said it before you said it the same way again the same way I said it tomorrow The light was all Werewolves of London again in the same room where the window was open where the wall had been. I knew what you meant before you said it, which is not the same as hearing you speak. So I said it, but I rearranged the furniture in outer space. The luxury of words. For a while that seemed ostensibly secure. Then yesterday came slapping back sounding like a baby reverb'd off the ringer and I heard myself crying in your voice, saying the thing I had already said the same way you said it again the same way I said it before you said it the same way again the same way I said it tomorrow you said it the same way again the same way I said it before
