It happened on a Sunday I remember
I felt it shake my bones like death
I heard the cries of the future echoing
The smell of sighing breath
A million thousand sighs to save
On a Sunday I forgot
How many tears it would take to sink the earth
How many sighs would let it rot
On the Monday I got up tearful
And felt the bruises of yesterday
The knot I tied my tongue with
Gave me not a word to say
On the Tuesday I took my first darkened step
My broken body raw
The second followed on Wednesday
More painful than before
Thursday felt the heavens shake me free
And the earth tremble beneath my toes
In my dreams it bared its teeth for me
And swallowed me to where nobody goes
Friday I brought on a hurricane like Armageddon
And tied it to my wrist
I walked it over the oceans
And covered the world in a blinding mist
Through the mist I ran on Saturday
And whilst the world strolled blindly on
In the back I stabbed those wayward wanderers
And like the wind of change was gone
In a week I sunk my broken world
With the tears from my wasted face
In a week I walked a waterfall
And fell a thousand feet from grace.
