Thursday morning, same old street, But every heartbeat skipped a beat. Tuesday lingers in my mind, Wednesday’s nowhere left to find. Every face says I’m confused, Every truth has been reduced. In my pocket, one small key… Proof that yesterday found me. They rewrote every page, Changed every name. But somewhere in the silence, You still remain. Erase the day… You can hide it from the sky. Erase the day… But you can’t erase goodbye. Every clock keeps turning on, Every shadow says move on. If the world forgets our names… Who can erase the day? The café says we’ve never met, The bridge denies a single step. Every photograph is clean, Missing everything I’ve seen. Then I hear your distant song, Like it’s waited all along. No one else can hear the sound… Still it keeps on pulling now. Between Tuesday and Thursday, There’s a space no one can see. Someone stole the light from Wednesday… But they couldn’t steal you from me. Erase the day… You can bury every clue. Erase the day… Still I remember you. Every clock keeps turning on, Every memory lives on. If tomorrow calls my name… I will still erase the day. They erased the records… They erased the proof… But they never erased… The truth.
