Black clouds come and go, trafficking loneliness.
Kisses, laughter and ashes,
navigating darkness.
The hours surrender at your feet,
they convulse and leave.
I want a weekend in heaven, staying up late dancing with you.
I want a weekend in heaven, I want to see you again.
Black clouds come and go, paper mache mazes.
I want a weekend in heaven, staying up late dancing with you.
I want a weekend in heaven...
I want to see you again.