Mme Rieux Lyrics - Algiers

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