Thursday Lyrics
Tomorrow I'll Be You
in the circuit, the frequency's breaking up. the speakers can barely
move
this is not a test tune to the broadcast. witness the jetlag. look in
the
mirror. adjust the V-hold shatter the lens. pull out the shards. choke
on
her words, caught in her throat. how long can the wheels maintain a
spin, at
this velocity? on every block, a reminder: you can't stop this
intersection.
at every turn, dead forests of tenements rise like antennas. the miles
are
adding up and the days are counting down. cut the jet black from my
hair
before we're bathed in the dawn of New Year's Day. I will change back
to
myself in the flame, we burn like the paper hearts of dead presidents.
we're
too lost, to lose hope. maybe the night seems so dark because the day
is
much too bright for us to see that we are cured. (shatter the lens.
pull out
the shards). we are cured (choke on her words, caught in your throat).
that's the sound of music from another room the piano player hangs from
piano wire but the player piano carries on. sit back and tune to the
broadcast. this is not a test shatter the lens. pull out the shards.
choke
on her words, caught in your throat. as the language dissolves and the
setence lifts, a slow alphabet of rain is whispering,
"aabcttipacbdefg..."
since I replaced the I in live with an O, I can't remember who you
are...
...but tomorrow I'll be you. just pick up the phone. I'm calling from
your
house, in your room, in your name, lying in your bed, following your
dreams.
I listen to your voice get caught in my throat as I sing, "This Is Just
A
Dream." on New Year's Day, we will change back to ourselves. in the
flame we
are cured. we are cured. we are cured.
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