Thursday's Child

(álbum: The Sweet Keeper - 1990)

I swear I wasn't cat-napping
To edge into your life
I didn't notice no sad thing
(It's a sundance)
To the strange strains that you entice
Now you may walk into an ocean view
(Exciting)
It's like you have understood
And I was just talking at you
Talking at you
For the good inside, the good inside of us

Do you send me?
No, you're a kind of dream
But somewhere in the scheme of things
We'll find who's Thursday's Child

We don't have to undo you
Or entertain your kind
Only reason I talk to you
Is 'cause I think you maybe, a heart attack is blind

And checking out your resume
And making out your plans
The kisses are not something we can talk about
They happened and you laughed about it
Laugh out loud

Do you send me?
No, you're a kind of dream
But somewhere in the scheme of things
We'll find who's Thursday's Child

Once
Is our boast
Do you?
Would you?
Only excite me

To join us is a talking clock
He tells us everything we want him to stop
But somewhere in the corner
He's a-laughing, he's a-crying out loud
For some kind of attention which isn't shrouded by
Nicety is something which hangs around this stage
Believe me when I tell you you can act around it
Mewl and puke about it
I don't want to hurt you
I just want to join in
This is a kindly creamer
A kindly crematorium

Do you send me?
No, you're a kind of dream
But somewhere in the scheme of things
We'll find who's Thursday's Child