Day Is Gone
Tim Smith
Telling familiar stories,
inviting us to our home for some soup.
Bothered by steam we clip our wing so we can't fly.
Better than, better than what?
Some dying off?
A rocket ship?
Looks as if a day is gone,
Looks as if a day is missing.
Everybody's trying to leave,
lorries driving to the sea,
who is that who slammed the door?
Looks as if a day has gone away.
More active than scraps alive,
sleep for weeks but often stirring.
More alive than anyone swears as
born were we from hollow trees.
Telling familiar stories
inviting us to our home for some soup.
Bothered by steam
we clip our wing so we can't fly away.
Looks as if a day is gone,
looks as if a day is playing "looks as if a day is gone"
Looks as if a day has gone away.