The Mispers - Weekend

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