Those door slams at night can happen as often as they like But they'll never sound alright Two rooms away, flinching under duvet You tested my strength with curtain rail held across the breadth of my chest Lion plays tamer, leisure plays terror, armed with furniture Lightyears from here your voice will ring fear The same booming i hear For long i've set furlongs of distance between what i say i what i mean Mother took the flak: queen's coronary crack. Always a matter of time until things aren't fine Testing the towing lines Bridal breaks, basket takes weight, shackle aches.