When the willow bends towards the end of day
And twilight falls again
To the funny sound that a blackbird makes
Twilight falls again
As no good reason remains, I'll do the same
Thinking of you

One day a [bad word] in, one day a [bad word] in
But I can't say how or when
But I know somewhere the [bad word] in every day

There is no morphine, I'm only sleeping
There is no crime to dreams like this
And if you could take something with you
It would be right
Something good

From my fingertips, the cigarette throws ashes to the ground
I'd stop and talk to the girls who work this street, but I got business farther down
Like one long season of rain, I will remain
Thinking of you

One day a [bad word] in
From far away a [bad word] in
One hundred days you wait for it
And you know somewhere the [bad word] in every day

There is no morphine, I'm only sleeping
There is no crime to dreams like this
And if you could take something with you
It would be bright
Just like something good

One day a [bad word] in
One hundred days you wait for it
Something bright
Something so good
One hundred days
[bad word] in every day
You know it's good
You know it's good
[bad word] in every day
One day a [bad word] in
Its good
When it's something good