Thursday Lyrics

Down to the kiss of goodbye on your last cigarette

Do what you do til you die

Filter out the regret

Search for the meaning

Close to the earth

She knows

Try to keep your head high

When you wake up and cry

In a place far from home

Swimming in blue on the side of a miracle month

Traffic moving by in the sky like geranium autumn

We look so beautiful now

We're alive in the same little piece of the world

It's a pleasant conversation

A sign from above

On the shore of the elliptical mind

Maybe in the blink of an eye

All of this will be gone with the truth

But I'll keep coming back to you

Time passes on in your town

Now you're feeling included

While dying on the vine to track five

Of your favorite music

Seasons turn to wine

Neon signs

And places forgotten

Inside

Life is just another Thursday

Wasting away

Like Kurt Cobain

And dinosaur bones

Maybe in the blink of an eye

All of this will be gone with the truth

But I'll keep coming back to you