This uncommon profession
It is alone
This capital unrest
It is difficult
This documented struggle
It does not speak
A history finished
This national phone

Act like it's Christmas
Gaze out your window
Act like a widow
Back to the meadow
Back to the shore
Hang your jaw
Clutch to your cross
Run to the bedpost

Spit out your teeth
And think of me differently
It is always present
Behind every word
I think I feel shut down…
The year pulled ahead and ended
In other words time can shed its skin
The burden of time brings meaning
Talk about Tuesday and Wednesday is gone

Lyrics submitted by InspectorMustache

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