Friday Nights کے بول

When you’re falling to the ground And you’re too scared to look down And friday nights are getting cold When you’re falling to your knees And your prayers are only pleas And friday nights are getting cold Isn’t it almost like a dream Isn’t it almost like a dream Isn’t it almost like a dream You’re living When your soul’s too tired to break And yet somehow you’re still awake And friday nights are getting cold When you’re kicking through the streets Of dirty, wrinkled sheets And friday nights are getting cold Isn’t it almost like a dream Isn’t it almost like a dream Isn’t it almost like a dream You’re living I will borrow the rest of your life I will borrow the rest of your life I will borrow the rest of your life If you’ll let me When you’re a cause without a war Something not quite worth fighting for And friday nights are getting cold I will borrow the rest of your life I will borrow the rest of your life I will borrow the rest of your life If you’ll let me Isn’t it almost like a dream Isn’t it almost like a dream Isn’t it almost like a dream You’re living