Tomorrow I'll Be You - Thursday

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 glame

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 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…