Calender 歌词

Woke up in the morning light with one idea in his head Appearing out of nowhere, a little voice got up and said, "Don't you worry about anything else except the task at hand. It's just a matter of logistics and sticking to the plan." In a flash the days went by just like he'd written down A series of black marks approaching the red one further down And every date beyond was filled with what the little voice had said repeating through the seasons: "Dead. Dead. Dead." CHORUS: What's gonna become of us? A generation out of touch not sure of very much Took out his calender and marked it all down Cancelled the paper, took the dog to the pound Took out his calender, scheduled it right Quit the job, buy the rope and tied the knot tight And every date beyond was filled with what the little voice had said