The lasting task

THE LASTING TASK (D G D G B E, capo 4)

How come we always come undone as soon as we think we’re watertight?

I woke up early to alarms and brushed my teeth until it got light.

I owe nothing to the nighttime.

The day is sleepy, so am I. I can’t imagine how you feel.

We taped our lips together while we slept. I smelled the ocean on your breath; my eyes were open as you wept.

I think I might go back to bed. No one would even know the difference.

We put ourselves together back again. Only to miss a crucial part.

I think I saw a piece of your heart under the lounge. It belongs to the cockroaches now.

How come we always see the sun but we’re never warm enough?

I did my jobs just like you asked. But the lasting task is the unfinished task.

The lasting task is the unfinished task.