| Song | Today, Tuesday |
| Artist | Frida Hyvönen |
| Album | Until Death Comes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hyvönen | |
| Today is Tuesday I got your letter days ago | |
| It was printed out and kept in my purse | |
| as a substitute for the missing daylight | |
| of a jetlagged insomniac | |
| I am back in this part of the universe | |
| it changed behind my back | |
| and the place where I left my centre | |
| got lost in the action | |
| oo-oo, isn't it one of life's blessings | |
| oh-oo, isn't it one of life's blessings | |
| I do not remember the shape of my plan | |
| I do not remember the shape of my plan | |
| It's gone a little winterish here but no snow yet | |
| Only crispy grass freezing leaves to the ground | |
| after they've fallen down, as a taste of what's to come | |
| I'm having a new watchtower built | |
| different but not quite | |
| so that the missing angles | |
| might find their way home | |
| oo-oo, isn't it one of life's blessings | |
| oo-oo, isn't it one of life's blessings | |
| Spending my days trying to trust that they will | |
| Spending my days trying to trust that they will | |
| Survived that flight sleeping, it was days ago | |
| and in the buzzing unreality of airports | |
| the whole trip was reduced to a dream | |
| and stored in my head | |
| And in an ocean not so far away from here | |
| your name's become a mantram on repeat | |
| The underwater-creatures in me | |
| are chanting your name | |
| oo-oo, isn't it one of life's blessings | |
| oo-oo, isn't it one of life's blessings | |
| Do they remember the shape of my plan? | |
| Do they remember the shape of my plan? | |
| Do they remember the shape of my plan? | |
| Do they remember the shape of my plan? |
| zuo qu : Hyv nen | |
| Today is Tuesday I got your letter days ago | |
| It was printed out and kept in my purse | |
| as a substitute for the missing daylight | |
| of a jetlagged insomniac | |
| I am back in this part of the universe | |
| it changed behind my back | |
| and the place where I left my centre | |
| got lost in the action | |
| oooo, isn' t it one of life' s blessings | |
| ohoo, isn' t it one of life' s blessings | |
| I do not remember the shape of my plan | |
| I do not remember the shape of my plan | |
| It' s gone a little winterish here but no snow yet | |
| Only crispy grass freezing leaves to the ground | |
| after they' ve fallen down, as a taste of what' s to come | |
| I' m having a new watchtower built | |
| different but not quite | |
| so that the missing angles | |
| might find their way home | |
| oooo, isn' t it one of life' s blessings | |
| oooo, isn' t it one of life' s blessings | |
| Spending my days trying to trust that they will | |
| Spending my days trying to trust that they will | |
| Survived that flight sleeping, it was days ago | |
| and in the buzzing unreality of airports | |
| the whole trip was reduced to a dream | |
| and stored in my head | |
| And in an ocean not so far away from here | |
| your name' s become a mantram on repeat | |
| The underwatercreatures in me | |
| are chanting your name | |
| oooo, isn' t it one of life' s blessings | |
| oooo, isn' t it one of life' s blessings | |
| Do they remember the shape of my plan? | |
| Do they remember the shape of my plan? | |
| Do they remember the shape of my plan? | |
| Do they remember the shape of my plan? |
| zuò qǔ : Hyv nen | |
| Today is Tuesday I got your letter days ago | |
| It was printed out and kept in my purse | |
| as a substitute for the missing daylight | |
| of a jetlagged insomniac | |
| I am back in this part of the universe | |
| it changed behind my back | |
| and the place where I left my centre | |
| got lost in the action | |
| oooo, isn' t it one of life' s blessings | |
| ohoo, isn' t it one of life' s blessings | |
| I do not remember the shape of my plan | |
| I do not remember the shape of my plan | |
| It' s gone a little winterish here but no snow yet | |
| Only crispy grass freezing leaves to the ground | |
| after they' ve fallen down, as a taste of what' s to come | |
| I' m having a new watchtower built | |
| different but not quite | |
| so that the missing angles | |
| might find their way home | |
| oooo, isn' t it one of life' s blessings | |
| oooo, isn' t it one of life' s blessings | |
| Spending my days trying to trust that they will | |
| Spending my days trying to trust that they will | |
| Survived that flight sleeping, it was days ago | |
| and in the buzzing unreality of airports | |
| the whole trip was reduced to a dream | |
| and stored in my head | |
| And in an ocean not so far away from here | |
| your name' s become a mantram on repeat | |
| The underwatercreatures in me | |
| are chanting your name | |
| oooo, isn' t it one of life' s blessings | |
| oooo, isn' t it one of life' s blessings | |
| Do they remember the shape of my plan? | |
| Do they remember the shape of my plan? | |
| Do they remember the shape of my plan? | |
| Do they remember the shape of my plan? |