Come Thursday

Murder by Death

Come Thursday, I'll say goodbye

Trade words on paper, and hope they will suffice

I'll send some letters encrypted in ink

And music to put you to sleep

I traced our names on my arms for weeks

Until I saw you perfectly

Then with photographic stills

Still the volume speaks on

All these naked rooms, and the street lights shine in the yard

Wishing that I can sleep this whole day.

Come Thursday, I'll say goodbye