This Day Next Year by Karate
This Day Next Year lyrics
Words are the worst way to say what I have to say, but
sometimes you can't play how you want to play to show it
well. And this is one splinter of a sentence, both a pain
and a pleasure to try to expel. But I have to tell about
the years of influence and artless advice that can still
only escape in a struggling, stilted excuse for a smile.
And when you're parked over on the wrong side of nowhere
no amount off nothing is going to make it worthwhile. A
touch, subdived, rinsed, and sold, before the hands have
a chance to get cold, as an eyelash pries an hour from
the schedules of the uninvolved. And your sills so-called
insulation can only sigh at December Sundays, unsolved.
So like the transportation of the suns, you must hold
steady to the ones who light your mornings, nights, and
aftermoons. And if you should grow angry with the pace of
chance, don't be afraid to make some plans for December
Sundays soon. Today you missed her getting up once again.
Well boy, you've got to listen to me-promise her you'll
rise this day next year from this very bed.
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