Текст Kat Dahlia – Saturday Sunday
Текст:
Is it Saturday, Sunday, Saturday, Sunday?
Poppin’ shots down the same lips that I pray
Saturday, Sunday, Saturday, Sunday
Maybe I’ll get it right one day
Got my makeup on my face, who am I today
Is today a new day
Am I in a maze
With my knees to the ground, head facing down to pray
While I’m a thousand miles away
No time or space
Oh preacher, you’re way too loud
My head’s spinning ’round
Watch my gown
It’s drenched in black, don’t let me drown
Oh preacher, it’s way too soon
Is it Saturday night or Sunday afternoon?
Who do I tell my stories too?
It’s a DJ in the confession room
Is it Saturday, Sunday, Saturday, Sunday?
Poppin’ shots down the same lips that I pray
Saturday, Sunday, Saturday, Sunday
Maybe I’ll get it right one day
Bodies all around, hypnotised by the sound that surrounds
Don’t count me out, as the saviours been found
Spirits in my system, trying to resist ’em, no
They will not go, pour the wine slow
Oh preacher, you’re way too loud
My head’s spinning ’round
Watch my gown
It’s drenched in black, don’t let me drown
Is it Saturday night or Sunday afternoon?
Who do I tell my stories too?
It’s a DJ in the confession room
Say nothing I’ve been accused of my own use
I’m going, going, so it can cure my abuse
Say nothing I’ll hold us in for my own use
I’m going, going, so it can cure my abuse, abuse
Is it Saturday, Sunday, Saturday, Sunday?
Poppin’ shots down the same lips that I pray
Saturday, Sunday, Saturday, Sunday
Maybe I’ll get it right one day
Take my sorrow, sorrow away from me
Oh it’s dark baby
Turn up the lights, turn up the lights
Oh it’s dark baby
DJ turn up the lights, turn up the lights
I’m falling, falling, falling in my abuse
I’m falling, falling, falling, again, angel, angel
My feet hurt
I won’t make it to the water
Oh preacher
