Вершы: Ani Difranco. Ani DiFranco. Every Angle.

I'm imagining your frame
Every angle and every plane
I'm imagining your smell
The one that mingled with mine

Once upon a time thoughts of you
Are picketing my brain
They refuse to work
Such long hours without rest
In unstable conditions at best

They're out there every day
Holding up there signs
And thoughts of no other man but you
Could possibly get through
The picket lines to enter into my mind

I'm imagining your laugh again
The one you save for your family
And your very close friends
I'm imagining the way you say my name
I don't know when

I'm going to hear it again
My friends can't tell
My laughter from my cries
Someone tell this photograph of you
To let go of my eyes

I'm imagining your frame
I'm imagining your smell
I'm imagining your laugh again
And the way you say my name