[Intro] Thursday walks in wearing last week’s skin [Verse 1] Thursday walks in wearing last week’s skin Zipper stuck, colors leaking from the chin The clock face melts into a wet mandala Seconds taste like copper and vanilla I said good morning to a hallway that blinked [Pre-Chorus] Sheoom The word isn’t a word, it’s a pressure change Sheoom The furniture remembers it used to be rain [Chorus] Acid-wash the calendar, rinse the name Brain-fuck the linear, light the frame Every thought arrives wearing someone else’s face Thursday is a tunnel with no other side I am the echo and the thing that made the echo cry [Verse 2] Street signs rearrange into Hebrew I almost know A bus becomes a cathedral, then a throat My hands are talking in colors I can’t spell The sky is too close; it wants to be held I laugh and the laugh has too many teeth [Bridge] Who is driving Who is driving Who is the day the day the sheoom sheoom sheoom [Chorus] Acid-wash the calendar, rinse the name Brain-fuck the linear, light the frame Every thought arrives wearing someone else’s face Thursday is a tunnel with no other side I am the echo and the thing that made the echo cry [Breakdown] Acid-wash the name, rinse the day I am the stain that learned how to pray [Outro] Thursday ate the map and left the taste I came back different or I never left or both or neither Sheoom
