This must have been the longest week of the year.
I worked like an idiot and got no rewards by he end of the day.
And the music is still on standby. ( technological defeat )
I need a weekend. A REAL weekend!
I don't remember last time I relaxed and had a good weekend.
A good Saturday morning, followed by an exciting Saturday evening and fun night. To wake up on a lazy Sunday that would lead to a walk, a dinner out, a game, and a Sunday movie.
48 hours. A full good weekend.
Once upon a time it was almost a given.
Now. Something's gotta give.
While there's still a fighting chance
Can't you just get up and go
And get away from this hollow romance
It's slowly binding us both
Because you tell me what you want and I'll avoid it
Tell it to the sick and to the damned
Show me what you love, watch me destroy it
For your love just crumbles in my hands
But if you stay for a while..
I'll try to think of something kind to say
And maybe if we pray for a while
St. Jude may hear my pleas
And see me on my bended knees
Because she knows how I adore you
We won't be fighting again tonight
Not if she knows I adore you
No fighting again tonight..
I laugh and fall just like Grimaldi
You wear your make-up like Baby Jane
All of those promising lies that you told me
Come on and tell me them again
I walked these streets all of my life..
The fear and hope
Because you tell him what you want and he'll avoid it
May as well tell it to the sick and to the damned
Show him what you love, watch him destroy it
For your love seems to crumble in his hands