Tomorrow I'll Be You Songtext

von 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 [lens]
Pull out the shards [shards]
Choke on her words [words],
Caught in your throat

How long can 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
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
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 from piano wire
But the player piano carries on
Sit back and

Tune to the broadcast
Witness the jetlag
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 setence lifts,
A slow alphabet of rain is whispering,
Since I replaced the 'I' in 'live' with an 'O',
I can't remember who you are...

(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