Thursday Lyrics - Fatima Mansions

The windows watch me wait for you 

Mirror mirror, mirror mirror 

I've seen a world beyond their view 

Mirror mirror, mirror mirror 

Of course the night times are the worst 

Of course I burn with an evil burst 

You exist so I am cursed 

Mirror mirror, mirror mirror 

Mirror mirror, mirror mirror 

I'll be good 'till Thursday comes 

The world will think I never had 

an idea that could drive me mad 

I'll be good 'till Thursday comes 

then burn all good away 

I weed my house, I wash my trees 

Mirror mirror, mirror mirror 

I cross my legs in front of me 

Mirror mirror, mirror mirror 

I tingle at the thought of you 

Is this what the humans do? 

My childish words just don't ring true 

See ya later, great dictator 

In a while, [nadaphile?] 

I'll be good 'till Thursday comes 

Well, unless I am misleading you 

You shine me up and make me new 

I'll be good 'till Thursday comes 

and wish I never did say 

I'll be good 'till Thursday comes 

It's such a lot of fun 

to watch the liar I've become 

but I'll be good 'till Thursday comes 

and burn all good away 

Ahh....dream of this, my lover 

Ahh....dream of this, my lover 

I am your lover now