Saturday
Wasting all this time the pathways in my mind have
Worn away
Vision's getting frizzy i ask are you busy on
Saturday
I can only hope you're
Here to stay
Walk my way
A whisper of your hair the world around you there is
Washed away
Words i say are few consumed in thoughts of you i
Sit and play
Maybe i will tell you
Today
Whisper low
Every now and then i see your face again my heart still goes
Saturday is gone, matinee's run on
Falling snow
Find me somewhere
Cold