Текст: Saves The Day. In Reverie. Wednesday The Third.

Now as I lay by your side would you tell me why everything has to be lies. Leaving everyone wondering when we'll all wind up dead to all we are within. Wednesday the 3rd was the night that you rambled alone in the frigid white light. Like a leopard about to dig in to trembling skin with wind whipping your shins. Oh, haven't you heard the news? Nobody came too soon. Surprise! Our eyes are opening up to you. Now as I lean to the side I can see all the thoughts that you're trying to hide. I've arranged for a ferry to France where you should relax. Don't worry about the pets, they'll be safe at our address. You've left everyone wondering when we'll all wind up dead to all we are within.But now as the daisies die off and the wind scurries scarlet leaves like they were dust. We can see somewhere off to the east a gaggle of geese are singing your goodbye.Hear their sweetest lullaby. Listen up to hear the sky will soon clear and you'll be the last one to wish for rain.