Today there was a stream where a walker walked alone.
Whistling a tune that drifted up through a tree and stirred up a
Bird before it was heard by a girl.
Today there was a vision of a house burning on a television,
In a room inside an eye-
In a head topped by a brown curl.
A telephone ring, in the middle of the night was said to cause fright
In a dark house lived in by a family of four.
Today is almost tomorrow,
And if i think- not quite yesterday.
But all this ahead, that sees not,
Would at the foot of its bed,
And tomorrow is not quite yesterday. Tomorrow's not quite yesterday.
Last time i saw you,
You didnt have brown hair.
Now my foot falls dont echo in your halls no more and creeping up the
Stairs to your room,
Stick close id stay to the walls stick so close to the wall that the
Stairs dont creak at all.
And i think i would know! l
Ast time i heard you at the table,
I could feel that, i was a a fear and im a ghost and,
Now all my words have fears of mine alone.
Terradina!?
And today after the whistling;
You sang to the same old tune.
Would you talk to me as if im real to you?
Know what about me?
What did you do,
No one thats in need,
Nobody looks quite like you.
No today is not quite like yesterday.
No today is not yesterday-
But today was not a good one.
Last time i saw you,
You didnt have brown hair and now my foot falls dont echo in your halls no more,
I went up to your room,
All my fears are mine alone.
Today a call could not go through.
Today a window will feel not you,
Today a bird stirred not in its nest.
Today,
Shall we say was not the very best
Terradina!?
Last time i heard you at the table,
I could feel that,
I was a a fear and im a ghost and now all my
Words have fears of mine alone.
Terradina!?
Would you talk to me as if i could be real to you?