Mme Rieux Lyrics

She always is standing on a ledge atop the landing

And we feign a smile because we've reached an understanding



Not to think or dwell on anything

Anything of import

Despite this precarious precipice



And our conversation drags from the slight to exegesis



And her voice begs for comfort

But I cannot resist

To lie about my relationship



My relationship with that word: Abstraction



Abstraction

Abstraction

Abstraction