Thursday’s Child

I swear I wasnt cat-napping
To edge into your life
I didnt notice no sad thing
(its a sundance)
To the strange strains that you entice
Now you may walk into an ocean view
(exciting)
Its like you have understood
And I was just talking at you
Talking at you
For the good inside, the good inside of us

Do you send me?
No, youre a kind of dream
But somewhere in the scheme of things
Well find whos thursdays child

We dont have to undo you
Or entertain your kind
Only reason I talk to you
Is cos I think you maybe, a heart attack is blind

And checking out your resume
And making out your plans
The kisses are not something we can talk about
They happened - and you laughed about it
Laugh out loud

Do you send me?
No, youre a kind of dream
But somewhere in the scheme of things
Well find whos thursdays child

Once,
Is our boast
Do you?
Would you?
Only excite me

To join us is a talking clock
He tells us everything - we want him to stop
But somewhere in the corner
Hes a-laughin, hes a-crying out loud
For some kind of attention which isnt shrouded by
Nicety is something which hangs around this stage
Believe me when I tell you - you can act around it
Mewl and puke about it
I dont want to hurt you
I just want to join in
This is a kindly creamer
A kindly crematorium

Do you send me?
No, youre a kind of dream
But somewhere in the scheme of things
Well find whos thursdays child