Thursday Follow

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 (lens)

Pull out the shards (shards)

Choke on her words (words)

Caught in your 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 (flame)

We burn like the paper hearts of dead presidents

But we're too lost to lose hope

Maybe the night seems so dark

Because the day is much too bright

(For us to see)

We are cured, we are cured)

(Shatter the lens, pull out the shards)

We are cured, we are cured

(Choke on her words)

Caught in your throat

That's the sound of music from another room

The piano player hangs up from piano wire

But the player piano carries on

(Sit back and tune to the broadcast)

Witness the jet lag

Shatter the lens (lens)

Pull out the shards (shards)

Choke on her words (words)

Caught in your throat

This is not a test

This is not a test

Shatter the lens (lens)

Pull out the shards (shards)

Choke on her words (words)

Caught in your throat

As the language dissolves and the sentence lifts

A slow alphabet of rain is whispering:

"Aabettipachdefg.."

Since i replace 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, folllowing 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