Two Gallants Two Days Short Tomorrow

My darling, my darling, are you as composed as the space you fill?
You know there's little reason to demand what can't be given from the tongues you kill

And you aim your thoughts homeward
As if you had a reason to be gone

You were raised by sirens, they taught you not to talk, all words are empty
But they lent you their hats, screaming "Bring back from the other side some sympathy"

And you spare no time to wonder; when you claim to know the answer, why be wrong?

So you put on your painted dress, while the berdache takes your hand and tempts you homeward

And so I've heard, that you've gone wrong, but is it OK, if I think of you?
Cuz you might just be, what I'm counting on, just one more day ...
And I must get through

Well you've break just like the morning, and if yesterday don't owe you, well who does then?
And if you ever seek me out, I'll be someone among the people you call has-beens

Well you'd love to be martyr, but you've got nothing to die for
So you wait ...

And wintertime is coming. You can feel the cold drum drumming once again.

And so I've heard, that you've gone wrong, but is it OK, if I think of you
Cuz you might just be, what I'm counting on, just one more day ...
I must get through

I love my country
I love my country
But I fear your mother
I fear your mother

She's growing older
Or so they told her
And flowers won't replace her
You're my sheath, I'm your rapier

And so I've heard, that you've gone wrong, but is it OK, if I think of you?
Cuz you might just be, what I'm counting on, just one more day ...

And I must get through
I must get through