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Today there was a street where a walker walked alone
Whistling a tune that drifted up through a tree
and stirred up a bird before it was heard by a girl.
Today there was a vision of a house burning on a
television
in a room inside an eye in a head topped by a brown
curl.
A telephone ring in the middle of the night was said
to cause fright in a dark house lived in by a family of
four.
Today is almost tomorrow and if I think not quite
yesterday
But old is the head that sees not would at the foot of
its bed
And tomorrow is not quite yesterday
Last time I saw you, you didn’t have brown hair.
Now my footfalls don’t echo in your halls no more
And creeping up the stairs to your room
Stick close to the wall cause close to the wall the
stairs won’t creak at all.
And I think I would know
The last time I ate your table I could feel that I was
transparent as a ghost
And now all my words have fears of mine alone.
And today after the whistling you sang to the same old
tune.
Would you talk to me as if I’m real to you?
Knowing about me what you do
Knowing that to me nobody looks quite like you
Knowing that today is not quite like yesterday
Knowing that today is not quite yesterday
But today was not a good one.
Last time I saw you, you didn’t have brown hair
And now my footfalls don’t echo in your halls no more
I went up to your room, all my fears are mine alone.
Today a call could not go through.
Today a window revealed not you.
Today a bird stirred not in its nest.
Today, shall we say, was not the very best.
The last time I ate your table I could feel that I was
transparent as a ghost
And now all my words have fears of mine alone.
Would you talk to me as if I could be real to you?
