Drop dead, lurk in my head
From the push of your hips down to my bed
Don't say words, just feel it
Like the back of your head causing mayhem
Saturday morning's looking easy enough to pretend our lives are fading away
Let's do this right
About now she's looking pretty enough to pretend there's nothing left to say
Screaming whoa
Darkness, something I miss
From the top of my lungs down to your lips
Silence, sounds of sirens
Fire's burning the air on the horizon
Saturday morning's looking easy enough to pretend our lives are fading away
Let's do this right
About now she's looking pretty enough to pretend there's nothing left to say
Screaming whoa