Besedila:
Thursday Waiting

City of blue tile. Figure in Ceramics. Where we reach out. Grab for Porcelain. But it's too fragile to hold. And it shatters in our hands. In time the

chance that I dreamt of. When you took me into your lives. But there's a peak we have to climb over. so get a running start. Sitting here. Waiting a

time Before we fade out The phone is ringing in my head again I'm too scared to pick up The fear that this is the call I've been waiting for Could be

We listened to the open sound your voice projected on the radio dial Lie with me I said and lying's what she always did and always will. All these thoughts

You told me on your birthday all the things that this place had done to you. And in the streets you walk. You hide your face because they don't believe

This sunlight cutting through the open fields. Can't be communicated by radio waves. And through this flashlight keyhole memory. Receive a thousand signals

chance that I dreamt of. When you took me into your lives. But there's a pear we have to climb over. so get a running start. Sitting here. Waiting a

I sewed it up Stitched all these dead end streets Into the sewn up seams of my heartstrings unwind(unwound) Like a petal pulled from an open flower.

session (session), Not just another version (version). Oh Lord, give me a session (session), Not another version (version)! They're so much stumbling blocks right in-a our way: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday