Weekend 歌词

These lost ideas A love we couldn't fault Live out our years Afraid of letting go Take me for the weekend far from home Take me to the road with no end Take me for the weekend far from home Take me to the road with no end You feel my pulse, its symmetrical Leave me where the tram lines echo Let comforts go to your pocket holes We never take a chance to settle These lost ideas Asult into our clothes They reappear As every penny goes Take me for the weekend far from home Take me to the road with no end Take me for the weekend Far from home take me to the road with no end (Leave me where the tram lines echo) (We never take a chance to settle) You feel my pulse, we're symmetrical Leave me where the tram lines echo Let comforts go, to your pocket holes We'll never take a chance to settle Take me for the weekend far from home Take me to the road with no end Take me for the weekend far from home Take me to the road with no end Take me for the weekend far from home Take me to the road with no end Take me for the weekend far from home Take me to the road with no end