Wednesday from Salt by Moonfruits

Wednesday
We were both born on a Wednesday
We were both born, now we’re here
My dear


Wednesday
Earth doesn’t know about Wednesday
But she surely knows that we’re here
My dear

We are seeds without bees
Who believe post-beliefs
In the noose of the now
We are greed without heed
Who will bleed to write our deeds
On the tomb of the now
While the rich speak for us anyhow

Earth Day
Planet doesn’t know about Earth Day
Can’t be everyday while we’re here
We made it clear

Some say
We’re being true to form, yeah, some say
Tomorrow isn’t born while we’re here
And we’re here

’Cause we threw out the brakes
On the train, just in case
Their weight was too great
And someone might use them

We are seeds without bees
Who believe post-beliefs
In the noose of the now
We are greed without heed
Who will bleed to write our deeds
On the tomb of the now
While the rich speak for us anyhow

Someday
We can’t really wait until Someday
We can’t really wait while we’re here
My dear

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