What About That Day
Jenny O.
Babe, we cannot carry on
It isn’t fun anymore
It’s unwise to endure
All this friction that we make
Trouble you and trouble me
Once was a fiery combo
Now a season ago, without reason
But what about that day?
What about that day?
What about that day?
I’ll have to remind myself
Of all the things that you said
Not the books you read
I’ll miss your confidence in bed
Goodbye, love, you were the star
Of my horror show
I know, I know, I know
But what about that day?
What about that day?
What about that day?
What about that day?
What about that day?
What about that day?