wipe the blood off of your face
and praise his name
celebrate this non-event

a year today

you'll never be as beautiful

or so bored
as you are today


and the hands on your watch
will get faster in spite of you
and your heart it will stop

it will grind to a halt

and the banners are all out

for the last years bad luck

and your tears they are water

and the water will turn to salt

and is there still some hope in you

that a cure has been found
it will make its way towards the sea
and it will crawl into your sleeping mouth


and the hands on your watch
will get faster in spite of you

and your heart it will stop
it will grind to a halt


and the banners are all out
for the last years bad luck


and your tears they are water
and the water will turn to salt


oh it will turn to
oh it will turn to salt