Telling familiar stories,
​inviting us to our home for some soup.
Bothered by steam we clip our wing so we can't fly.

Better than, better than what?
Some dying off?
A rocket ship?
Looks as if a day is gone,
Looks as if a day is missing.
Everybody's trying to leave,
​lorries driving to the sea,
​who is that who slammed the door?
Looks as if a day has gone away.

More active than scraps alive,
​sleep for weeks but often stirring.
More alive than anyone swears as
​born were we from hollow trees.
Telling familiar stories
​inviting us to our home for some soup.
Bothered by steam
​we clip our wing so we can't fly away.

Looks as if a day is gone,
​looks as if a day is playing "looks as if a day is gone"
Looks as if a day has gone away.