Minor Holiday

Wake up and look out the window
Half the yard is burning and
The other half is covered in snow

Is it Arbor Day?
Is it Boxing Day?
I’m sure today must be a
Minor holiday

Season’s grievings to us, one and all
Once we get the hang of it
We’ll forget to get upset

Bearing each unsettling new pall
So adaptable
We’re so adaptable

So adaptable
We’re so adaptable
As the world is ending
We can keep pretending

That none of this will matter in an hour
First we lose the polar bеars
Now we lose the flowеrs

Not a summer’s day
Not a winter’s day
Not a summer’s day
Not a winter’s day
Shall I compare thee to
The Judgment Day?

Is it All Saints’ Day?
Is it All Souls’ Day?
Is it All Fools’ Day?
Is it All Saints’ Day?
Is It All Souls’ Day?
Is it All Fools’ Day?

Is it Arbor Day?
Is it Boxing Day?
I’m sure today must be a
Minor holiday

And the world is ending
And we keep pretending
That none of this will matter in an hour
None of this will matter in an hour (And the world is ending) (How long was I sleeping?)
None of this will matter in an hour (And we keep pretending)
None of this will matter in an hour (And the world is ending) (How long was I sleeping?)
None of this will matter in an hour (And we keep pretending)
None of this will matter in an hour (And the world is ending) (How long was I sleeping?)
None of this will matter in an hour (And we keep pretending)
None of this will matter in an hour