Из альбома: Shakespearean Fish
mayday, the mirror shows
a face I don't recall
heyday, a younger face
was hanging on the wall
and I never got to say goodbye
where does all of sunday go
read the paper see a show
pray to someone I don't know
now I'm one day older
birthday, and i can't fit
the candles on the cake
that's o.k.
I don't want to blow them all out anyway
yes I'll save my breath
mothers day, how can this be
for I am still a child
judgement day
couldn't we delay this for awhile
I still have some things to
tend to...