Do Monday, Tuesday, Saturday You've moved two days in my diary Although the fault's been corrected The crossings out still remain They're left as a token, a reminder of something Something leftover, not that I object Just something leftover Did it erase the scandal, that was divisive? Just grasped out of nothing Just out of thin air Not that it matters I measure the return? I don't mean it, I just pretend Always did Not that it matters, my something leftover Has got to remind me of a previous incarnation Of previous remains The disbelief