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(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 Letras de cancionesLet 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) From Letras Mania