Peartree - Saturdays Şarkı Sözleri

She comes alive on Saturdays
But Sundays she’s already done
Dance all night on Saturdays
But Sunday morning she’s alone

She used to breath emotions
Why have they all now become
A bittersweet devotion
To an inexistent cause

Let the feeling open
The feeling open
Ohh

And now her days
Are seldom what they used to be
She’s dancing high
Oh dancing to a different beat

She used to breath emotions
Why have they all now become
A bittersweet devotion
To an inexistent cause

Let the feeling open
The feeling open
Ohh
Let the feeling open
The feeling open
Ohh
The feeling open
Ohh
Ohh