Fol Chen If Tuesday Comes
I'll pick you up
we'll watch the cameras watch us
driving around
all dressed for the season's
goodbye
so there you are
six stories up
tapping out Scritti on your
Green coffee cup
and just for the seasons
you'll ride
Tomorrow you'll wake up
you pull back your shades and you'll
look 'round your room for clues
You smoke another cigarette
you dance around, you minuet
you make your debut
too soon
oh, it's just too soon
