Tomorrow I'll Be You

In the circuit the frequency's breaking up The speakers can barely move (This is not a test Tune to the broadcast) Witness the jet-lag Look in the mirror Adjust the v-hold Shatter the lens (lens) Pull out the shards (shards) Choke on her words (words) Caught in your throat How long can the wheels maintain a spin at this velocity? On every block a reminder You can't stop this intersection At every turn Dead forests of tenements rise like antennas The miles are adding up and the days are counting down Cut the jet black from my hair Before we're bathed in the dawn of new year's day I will change back to myself in the flame (flame) We burn like the paper hearts of dead presidents But we're too lost to lose hope Maybe the night seems so dark Because the day is much to bright (For us to see) We are cured, we are cured) (Shatter the lens, pull out the shards) We are cured, we are cured (Choke on her words) Caught in your throat That's the sound of music from another room The piano player hangs up from piano wire But the player piano carries on (Sit back and tune to the broadcast) Witness the jet lag Shatter the lens (lens) Pull out the shards (shards) Choke on her words (words) Caught in your throat This is not a test This is not a test Shatter the lens (lens) Pull out the shards (shards) Choke on her words (words) Caught in your throat As the language dissolves and the sentence lifts A slow alphabet of rain is whispering: "Aabettipachdefg" Since I replace the 'I' in 'live' with an 'o' I can't remember who you are But tomorrow I'll be you Just pick up the phone I'm calling from your house, in your room, in your name Lying in your bed, following your dreams Ii listen to your voice get caught in my throat as I sing: "This is just a dream" On New Year's Day We will change back to ourselves in the flame We are cured, we are cured, we are cured --- Tomorrow I'll Be You - Thursday