Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering and stumbling I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling I associate him the sound of falling sand Shh shh shh with a gift so humbling always left Abuela and the family fumbling they couldn't understand Do you understand? the man of my dreams would be just out of reach betrothed to another It's like I hear him now I can hear him now! Yo I knew he never left I heard him every day The rats talking in the walls