Light Of Day Lyrics

We've got a smooth white roof like the surface of our moon
When I'm spacin' in a checkout line and my
Hands are working over Time, Magazine special 1969

Under the stars it's delta 3200
But you bounce when you laugh so I'm always framing The Scream
Everything is mourning the light of day
Everything is mourning the light of day
Makes me think of my trip to the clay
When I couldn't board the plane
And got stuck in the Louvre

Crawl like a snake and climb the bright staircase
Blur the lines of that slat glass window
It's all broken bones, It's a catacomb full a dusted marble
It's a top floor view, you can make out a few
But most are worn soft like a canvas cloth, it's a portrait of the arrow
Of time

It's ten steel tubes to the surface of our moon
They shake like a dog, but you won't believe the view from the top
Forty odd trees, all buckled at the knees
Workin' those roots like they're Rubik's cube
And losing their shit, 'bout falling into the ether

Bouncing like a ball till a sharp shot of wind hit, you said "I'm starting to feel like a target"
Everything is mourning the light of day
Landed feet on the front porch like you were returning from war
Said "If I'm going crazy, just tell me. I wanna know"
I could hear the drumming from a film we left running
Where you thought you had my hand, but you were ripping ahead
Everything's mourning the light of day
Everything's mourning the light of day
Everything's mourning the light of day
Everything's mourning the light of day