Jesus
[?]
I'm sleepwalking to next Thursday
When I get there
I will find a chair
Sleep there
Not walking

Jesus
Today, on this Thursday
I don't remember last Thursday
I wish
For 27 seconds
[?]
Danced [?] her gone
Jesus

You get that feeling
You can't differentiate
Lungs and stomach
This always means
Phone calls
Earthquakes
Weird fires
Jesus
She's pushing 27 seconds against me on this Thursday
I am unable to throw her off like I do hangovers or small wounds
Why?
Because
She comes from heaven
[?] light
Burns a bit
Here in the darkness
Inside the subway station
On a broken Friday morning

Love is photoelectric
Love burns colors at the light, now
Love is photoelectric
Love burns colors at the light, now

And I can't fight the love averages
And I can't fight the love averages
And I can't keep Good Thursday holy, now
And I can't keep Good Thursday holy, now, now, now, now
I can't

My love is shot in Claymation
My love is baby head
My love is shot in Claymation
My love is baby head

And I can't fight the love averages
And I can't fight the love averages
And I can't keep Good Thursday holy, now
Keep Good Thursday holy