Fatima Mansions - Thursday Lyrics
The windows watch me wait for youMirror mirror, mirror mirrorIve seen a world beyond their viewMirror mirror, mirror mirrorOf course the night times are the worstOf course I burn with an evil burstYou exist so I am cursedMirror mirror, mirror mirrorMirror mirror, mirror mirrorIll be good till thursday comesThe world will think I never hadAn idea that could drive me madIll be good till thursday comesThen burn all good awayI weed my house, I wash my treesMirror mirror, mirror mirrorI cross my legs in front of meMirror mirror, mirror mirrorI tingle at the thought of youIs this what the humans do?My childish words just dont ring trueSee ya later, great dictatorIn a while, [nadaphile? ]Ill be good till thursday comesWell, unless I am misleading youYou shine me up and make me newIll be good till thursday comesAnd wish I never did sayIll be good till thursday comesIts such a lot of funTo watch the liar Ive becomeBut Ill be good till thursday comesAnd burn all good awayAhh....dream of this, my loverAhh....dream of this, my loverI am your lover now
