Saturday
(专辑: Take This To Your Grave - 2003)
I'm good to go, and I'm going nowhere fast, it could be worse I
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
Hundred 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