Bowerbirds
Текст песни This Day

This day is no special day
This day will see no placards given
This day will see no dismembered limbs
Yet there buzzes about a distant chainsaw

Whose sound comes in and out on the timid wind

This day is a slow gesture
This day is just clearly not ready
It hopes for a year of vibrant clarity
But waits for the cues from the coming weeks

And fumbles and stares blankly

It's not clear how this day will end
But I have put my money down
On having a clear view from this house to the heavens and back again
It's not clear how this day will end

This day heaves like a cold engine
With a tank of old gasoline
Live your mornings on ether
And tremble with anticipation as the sun goes down