Låttexter: Georgia Stitt. This Ordinary Thursday.

(feat. Susan Egan)

In a room on the third floor of a brown stone in the village
Someone's practicing Bach
And at a desk, in an office lined with cubicles and screens
A man re-evaluates his start
There's a mother holding dinner, for her son, whose due home late
And the burners on her stove are set to low
A girl gets undressed.
A child gets some rest
And the summer traffic is slow

As the sun disappears behind New Jerseys great horizon
People rap up their days
But tonight, if you peeked in through the walls of this apartment
You'd see the beginning of a life changing phase
For at nine in the evening, on this ordinary Thursday
While the country watches TV
Jason says he's in love with me

And I can't hear the sirens
I can't feel the heat
All of a sudden there's an earthquake in my stomach
So the tremors of the city can't compete
Let me stay linger on
There are still hours before night should fall
Let me live in this one spectacular evening
On this ordinary Thursday
Which isn't ordinary at all

Most days by now
I have run all my errands
I have read all my email
I have talked on the phone
Most days by now, I have dealt with the laundry
I have nuked up my dinner, and I've done it alone
Most nights I catch myself gazing through curtains
Into worlds that are ricer and fuller and fine
But tonight for once the riches are mine
All mine

So I will raise all the shades and then I'll fill the room with candles
Let them see what they will
We'll just sit and with wonder in my eyes I'll let him hold me
All is quiet and still
Then at nine in the evening on this ordinary Thursday
While the neighbours tuck themselves in
Jason says it again and again

And if the moment is fleeting
I will say what I can
I can live in this one spectacular evening, on this ordinary Thursday
With this extraordinary man
Watch me fall on this one spectacular evening
On this ordinary Thursday
Which isn't ordinary at all

(Thanks to Luke for these lyrics)