When The Calendar Comes Down Songtext

I smashed a mirror and watched it break into a thousand pieces so the reflection of my face would be unrecognisable. As I walked across the shards the cuts on my feet soothed my mind and the blood stains on the floor became a reminder of Jackson Pollock. Its only two hours ’til midnight, as the clock strikes I’ll count my thoughts and think of things I should have done, assign them to each one until the chimes have gone and I return to sitting with you. These people are not working, no, no one here is working - everybody’s singing except me and you. No, we’re not singing, we’re just waiting for tonight to end. We’re waiting for the year to begin on the the day the calendar comes down.