Tuesday Comes
Tuesday comes and you may not know what to think
When Tuesday comes, you may not know what to think
Something might occur to push you over the brink
There’s a famine in the fields that once gave grain
Famine’s in the fields that once gave grain
And the peasants in the village have gone insane
How come my love doesn’t look at me no more?
Tell me why my love won’t look at me anymore
Last night, she gave me detailed directions to the door
A blood moon waxing and the sun is black with shame
Bloody moon waxing, while the sun is black with shame
Look up at the stars — you can see the Fates know your name
Key is turned and the missiles are comin’ on home
When that key is turned, the missiles will be comin’ on home
And we’ll forget all the words for the things we’ve ever known
Tuesday comes and you may not know what to think
When Tuesday comes, you may not know what to think
So taste the last rays of love on your lips like a drink
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