THURSDAY LYRICS - Tomorrow I'll Be You

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 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,

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.

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 from piano wire

but the player piano carries on.



sit back and tune to the broadcast.

witness the jet lag

shatter the lens.

pull out the shards.

choke on her words,

caught in your throat.

this is not a test

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 sentence 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.