i wind up in the morning
I walk into the door
it don't exactly feel
just like we won the war
a tiny revolution
a quarter of the size
tuesday wears a coat
and friday never minds

once in a while i
try putting up things
it's no problem i'll just
take it all back down
i misunderstood

well it's so nice to see you
i wonder should i go now
i never feel alone
the tv's in the phone
your shorthand in the window
your long arm in the law
you're looking in to see
exactly what you saw

once in a while i
try putting up things
it's no problem i'll just
take it all back down
i misunderstood…