Today there was a street where a walker walked alone Whistling a tune that drifted up through a tree and stirred up a bird before it was heard by a girl. Today there was a vision of a house burning on a television in a room inside an eye in a head topped by a brown curl. A telephone ring in the middle of the night was said to cause fright in a dark house lived in by a family of four. Today is almost tomorrow and if I think not quite yesterday But old is the head that sees not would at the foot of its bed And tomorrow is not quite yesterday
Last time I saw you, you didn t have brown hair. Now my footfalls don t echo in your halls no more And creeping up the stairs to your room Stick close to the wall cause close to the wall the stairs won t creak at all. And I think I would know The last time I ate your table I could feel that I was transparent as a ghost And now all my words have fears of mine alone. And today after the whistling you sang to the same old tune. Would you talk to me as if I m real to you?
Knowing about me what you do Knowing that to me nobody looks quite like you Knowing that today is not quite like yesterday Knowing that today is not quite yesterday But today was not a good one.
Last time I saw you, you didn t have brown hair And now my footfalls don t echo in your halls no more I went up to your room, all my fears are mine alone.
Today a call could not go through. Today a window revealed not you. Today a bird stirred not in its nest. Today, shall we say, was not the very best.
The last time I ate your table I could feel that I was transparent as a ghost And now all my words have fears of mine alone. Would you talk to me as if I could be real to you?