Roxette - 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?