Letra de This Day

This day is no special day This day will see no placards given This day will see no no dismembered limbs Yet there buzzes a distant chainsaw Whose sound comes in and out on the tinned wind... This day is a slow gesture This day is just clearly not ready It hopes for a year of iron clarity But waits for the cues from the coming weeks And for moss and stares... It's not clear how this day will end But I have put my money down On having a clear view from this house to the heavens And back again, it's not clear how this day will end... Ahh! This day feels like a cold engine With a tank of old gasoline Live your own mornings on ether And tremble with anticipation as the sun goes down... This day is no special day This day will see no placards given This day will see no no dismembered limbs...