Thursday - Tomorrow I'll be you,
Niet persé mijn lievelingsnummer, wel gewoon supervet stuk:
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.
Mew <3