Every Day A Little Death

Charlotte: Every day a little death, In the parlour, in the bed, In the curtains, in the silver, In the buttons, in the bread. Everyday a little sting, In the heart and in the head. Every move and every breath, And you hardly feel a thing, Brings a p

EDMOND: Another day, another week Another month, another year Another day, another night Until it's day again The sun is fled, I go to bed And scratch a line on the wall Another day, where nothing changes at all And everyday shuffles by like the day