Text: Diane Cluck. Modern Day.

kids next door are throwing rocks

modern day stonings

modern day cruelty

modern day torture

this is what fuels me

and this day's a scorcher

how do you love me love me love me

let me count the ways

why do you shove me shove me shove me

underneath the waves

your hand in my hair

you pulled me down

is this a joke

until we drown

modern day drownings

modern day cruelty

modern day dealings

always unspool me

things arise to complement each other

the skin when burned

weeps its so burned

the woman, now grown

gives birth to a daughter

who carries a torch

of hot white light

everythign is right

the dull shows off the bright

and the bright shows off the dull

cos' the window needs the wall

we spent our time on an untamed beach

where rocks thrust up from sand

we spent money on sun-warmed fruits

that broke open and wept in our hands

modern day

modern day

modern day

this day's a scorcher