Sukie-



Sukie sitting int he corner and wel...just..you know.

Sukie tries to talk a little and well..just..you know.

Sukie rises up to speak and she almost...oh pooh.

Sukie sits back down politely and...here's hoping that...you know,

cause I don't have a clue.

Oh word, words, words, I can never find the words, words, words...

I can never find the words.

All these words inside me now, but not much inner peace.

All these words inside me now, just aching for release.



Darryl-



And if I said that I would listen, might that ease the doubt? yes,

if I said "I'm here to listen", what would you like to talk about?

What would you like to talk about?



Sukie-



I'd like to talk about the night, I'd like to talk about the day,

I'd like to talk about the weather- but I guess thats just cliche.

I'd like to talk a little Latin, maybe talk a little Greek.

I'd like to talk about the arts- I rented "Hamlet" just last week.

I'd like to talk about my poems, why I shy away from rhymes.

I'd like to talk about that letter I had published in the Times.

I'd like to talk about Euripides, and Schopenhauer and Bach-

and if there's any doubt remaining, I'd be happy just to talk.

But words, words, words, I can never find the words, words, words-

words, words, words, words.

I'd like to talk about the deepest sort of secrets that I hold,

I'd like to talk about the underlying truth if truth be told.

Talk about the touching that can bring the tension out...

I'd like to talk about the things I guess I shouldn't talk about.

I'd like to talk about my feelings when the lights are turned down low.

I'd like to talk about my needs, above the c