He Passes Number Thirty-Three

There's no beast, obviously. The floor just creaks, obviously. The morning with coffee was snowy and sweet, and there was this small, snow-white dog who was barking at our feet, honestly. Drove all day to the vacant beach. Grey mist hanging over the sea, alleys clogged with magazines, and the boardwalk is empty. The house in the valley is open this week. Imagine the sea looking in at the slowly moving sheets - honestly. If you feel weak, leave it to me. If you need sleep, leave it to me. Need wool socks for your feet, leave it to me. Need a walk on the beach, leave it to me. A shoulder on which to sleep, an ear into which to weep, leave it to me. And leave it to me to not speak when I pass you on the street, leave it to me to feel weak, to run from your feet. Leave it to me to not speak when I pass you on the street, leave it to me to feel weak, leave it to me, number thirty-three, leave it to me. 有没有野兽，很明显。地板刚吱嘎声，很明显。与咖啡的早晨是白雪皑皑，甜，并有这个小，雪白的狗谁是吠在我们的脚下，诚实。整天开车到闲置海滩。灰色薄雾笼罩着大海，小巷堵塞​​杂志和浮桥是空的。这所房子在山谷本周是开放的。想象一下大海寻找在缓慢移动的床单 - 诚实。如果你觉得虚弱，它留给了我。如果你需要的睡眠，它留给了我。极品羊毛袜的双脚，把它给我。需要在沙滩上散步，它留给了我。在其上肩睡觉，一只耳朵成哭泣，把它给我。并把它给我，当我传给你在大街上，把它给我的感觉较弱，从你的脚奔跑行不说话。留给我不说话，当我传给你在大街上，留给我感到虚弱，把它给我，号码33 ，它留给了我。