How Can I Tell
How can I tell you how my day was?
A day is a thousand years.
Charm always, always uses less words.
Only simple gestures are certain.
What then shall I do with excess,
Which is at the soul of leisure and play?
I want to know how your day was.
Talk to me for a thousand years.
I don’t care if you invent words.
Just sound as if you are certain.
Because I love you, I want you in excess.
A thousand years is only a day.