You don't have to deny your urge
It doesn't make you bad.
On our admission the makeweight lifted
Stop dwelling on the past.
I think about the three of us, I wonder how we tesselate
It would've been much wiser to allow these feelings to abate.
Empty words, so free of connotations
All dreams come to an end.
Codify your utterance, communicate your needs
Prepare your vocabulary.
My nervous system fails me, my thoughts are becoming fugitive
When I'm in your arms, I wonder how much I can give.
[Chorus]
The weekend is a Godsend
The night-time is a lifeline
Another useless fumble