Every shape 
of every word you say 
that breaks the silence 
of an ordinary day. 
Every look 
that seems to mystify, 
every single smile 
that spins me to the sky. 
It makes me [bad word]  
it makes me wanna hide. 
Cos you're the only one 
that makes [bad word] alive. 
It's getting closer now and darker by the hour. 

It only goes to show 
that here [bad word]  
 [bad word] the weekend 
and I'm on my own again 
with a Saturday in the rain. 
Here [bad word]  
 [bad word] the weekend. 
The fine line from pleasure to pain 
is making me cry. 
When will I see you again? 

Every breath, 
every vision you make. 
Every chance in love 
you love to take. 
Every move 
that seems to alter my world. 
Every dream 
I've had about this boy and this girl. 
It makes me [bad word]  
it makes me wanna hide 
cos you're the only one 
that makes my love alive 
and time [bad word] fast into a new goodbye. 

It only goes to show 
that here [bad word]  
 [bad word] the weekend, 
another walk down that lonely lane, 
another Sunday that feels the same. 
Here [bad word]  
 [bad word] the weekend. 
The fine line from pleasure to pain 
is making me cry. 
When will I see you again?