Thursday — текст песни (Fatima Mansions, The)

The windows watch me wait for you
Mirror mirror, mirror mirror
I`ve seen a world beyond their view
Mirror mirror, mirror mirror
Of course the night times are the worst
Of course I burn with an evil burst
You exist so I am cursed
Mirror mirror, mirror mirror
Mirror mirror, mirror mirror

I`ll be good `till Thursday comes
The world will think I never had
an idea that could drive me mad
I`ll be good `till Thursday comes
then burn all good away

I weed my house, I wash my trees
Mirror mirror, mirror mirror
I cross my legs in front of me
Mirror mirror, mirror mirror
I tingle at the thought of you
Is this what the humans do?
My childish words just don`t ring true
See ya later, great dictator
In a while, [nadaphile?]

I`ll be good `till Thursday comes
Well, unless I am misleading you
You shine me up and make me new
I`ll be good `till Thursday comes
and wish I never did say

I`ll be good `till Thursday comes
It`s such a lot of fun
to watch the liar I`ve become
but I`ll be good `till Thursday comes
and burn all good away

Ahh....dream of this, my lover
Ahh....dream of this, my lover
I am your lover now