Here Comes the Weekend

Every shape

of every word you say

that breaks the silence

of an ordinary day.

Every look

that seems to mystify,

every single smile

that spins me to the sky.

It makes me wanna run,

it makes me wanna hide.

Cos you're the only one

that makes me come alive.

It's getting closer now and darker by the hour.

It only goes to show

that here it comes,

here comes the weekend

and I'm on my own again

with a Saturday in the rain.

Here it comes,

here comes the weekend.

The fine line from pleasure to pain

is making me cry.

When will I see you again?

Every breath,

every vision you make.

Every chance in love

you love to take.

Every move

that seems to alter my world.

Every dream

I've had about this boy and this girl.

It makes me wanna run,

it makes me wanna hide

cos you're the only one

that makes my love alive

and time is running fast into a new goodbye.

It only goes to show

that here it comes,

here comes the weekend,

another walk down that lonely lane,

another Sunday that feels the same.

Here it comes,

here comes the weekend.

The fine line from pleasure to pain

is making me cry.

When will I see you again?