You said you could be happy On a day like today If I didn't know you better I'd think you were joking in some ironic way You're always painting pictures So beautiful and clear I'm inches from the surface Chin in my hand then wave at the auctioneer Don't let me curse the things I mean to nurse I park up by the clinic Watch the people from my car Try to find a moment in it Circling all the variable stars Aren't the days a funny friendship They'll pull you in and shake you out You always said you like it The swelling and sinking of it all till blackout Don't let me curse the things I mean to nurse This time, this time This time This time This time This time