A Short Weekend Begins With Longing

Fine for a while

We were happy 'til it died

Fate shook the reins

From the hands of my accomplice

Seven storey signs

Written in a simple language

Turned into stone

All the people they had known

Lost on their way

Through a world of blank expression

No one made a sign

Everybody had their reasons

So now another weekend

Starts with that longing feeling

I hope that you might feel it too

Winding my way

Through the plans I never made

Don't step aside

I was hoping you might help me

Save me once again

From this dreadful sinking feeling

So now another weekend

Starts with that longing feeling

I hope that you might feel it too

Feel it too