2017.10.07.
The days I lose things
I have lost somethingAnd forgotten it
I'm sure that I put it
That I put it there
That the thread that loosened
I had, I had it here
But that which was lying
On top of a cabinet
Has fallen behind it
And is lying in the dust - in the dust
Because there are generally
Two kinds of days
There are the days I lose things
And days where I find them again
There are the days I lose things
And days where I find them again
A bus card, a mitten, and a wedding ring
We carry so many things that can be lost
What you have known about
But hidden
Because as you saw it, had something to say
There was a hint of something there that went past me
A word - with a bitter taste, because something was lying behind
And it hangs in the air - in the air
Because there are generally
Two kinds of days
There are the days I lose things
And days where I find them again
There are the days I lose things
And days where I find them again
A thread, a look and feeling that things are falling apart for us now - and then
But that which was lying
On top of a cabinet
Has fallen behind it
And is lying in the dust - in the dust
Because there are generally
Two kinds of days
There are the days I lose things
There are the days I lose things
There are the days I lose things
And days where I find them again
There are the days I lose things