Il testo della Wednesday

Nothing here to fear, i'm just sitting around
Being foolish when there is work to be done
Just a hang-up call and the quiet breathing of our persian
We call 'cajun' on a wednesday

So we go from year to year
With secrets we've been keepin'
Though you say you're not a templar man

Seems as if we're circling
For very different reasons
But one day the eagle has to land

Out past the fountain, i left by the station
I start the day in the usual way
Then think, well, why not and stop for a coffee
And begin to recall things that you say

No one's at the door, you suggest a ghost
Perhaps a phantom, i agree with this in part
Something is with us, i can't put my finger on
Is thumbelina size 10 on a wednesday

So we go from year to year
With secrets we've been keepin'
Though you say you're not a templar man

You tell me to cheer up
You suspect we're oddly even
Even still the eagle has to land

Out past the fountain, i left by the station
I start the day in the usual way
Then think, well, why not and stop for a coffee
And begin to recall things that you say

Pluck up the courage and snap, it's gone again
I start humming, "when doves cry"
Can someone help me, i think that i'm lost here
Lost in a place called america