The Oncoming Day - The Chills

Over there the row of trees is merging in with the evening

And then blackness consumes the forest

Within there lies a glade

And a flattened impression of the love that we made

When I was young I used to watch TV

Now people love to tell me it was all fantasy

But they made it seem so real

They made it seem so possible

Don’t ask me to forget them because I won’t

I’ll visit the glade and I’ll watch TV

Is sustaining past illusion just insanity

When it makes me so much braver

I can turn to the world and say

I’m strong enough to face the oncoming day

Sitting alone at night in my dark bedroom

Trying to explain myself in a song to you

When a weird burning shape from a headlight outside

Slid from the ceiling to behind the piano to hide

Then extinguished itself on the carpet and died

The stars mingle inseperably

With the lights of houses that I seen

The shadows of the leaves on the walls shiver

In a vivid twisted frame of grey

From a streetlight outside, its time nearly expired

To make way for the oncoming day

No one

No one

No one can take your memory away from me

Some days I say will I give in to the oncoming day

The oncoming day

I think of words to tell you

I find nothing fine enough to say

Nothing worth anything, nothing worth nothing

Nothing left in this lump of grey

That even vaguely says I love you, in a way that pleases me

So I’ll let the oncoming day say it for me

And in the days that followed

In the back of my mind

The black skies sunk on distant countries

No one

No one

No one can take your memory away from me

No way

No way

No way will I give in to the oncoming day

The oncoming day