Saturday歌词

Saturday
I m good to go
And I m going nowhere fast
It could be worse
It could be taking you there with me
I m good to go
But it looks like I m still on my own
I m good to go
For something golden
Though the motions I ve been going through have failed
And I m coasting on potential towards a wall
At a 100 miles an hour
When I say
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door (yeah)
I can t sleep
In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Pete and I attacked the laws of Astoria
with promise and precision and mess of youthful innocence
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived more than an hour (more than an hour)
When I say
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door (yeah)
I can t sleep
In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door
Me and Pete
In the wake of Saturday
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
Saturday 编辑于2003/05/06更新