The Weekend And I

Infernal

Compositor: L. Rafn / P. Lagermann / T. Troelsen

Perfection to me
When weekdays are grey
The week is an open door
I wait it away
And then I'm in town
There's nothing that I can do
I can't run away - there's nothing to say

Because the weekend and I
We're friends, and tonight
It's on, yeah it's on
I'm gone, yeah I'm gone
The weekend and I
We know when to cry:
"It's on", yeah it's on
"I'm gone", yeah I'm gone

It's on, yeah it's on
I'm gone, yeah I'm gone

It's on, yeah it's on
I'm gone, yeah I'm gone

There's no one to be
My self fade away
The moment will shelter me
When I go astray
And I'm not alone
You're never alone in here
We all feel the same - no shyness, no blame

Because the weekend and I
We're friends, and tonight
It's on, yeah it's on
I'm gone, yeah I'm gone
The weekend and I
We know when to cry:
"It's on", yeah it's on
"I'm gone", yeah I'm gone

It's on, yeah it's on
I'm gone, yeah I'm gone

It's on, yeah it's on
I'm gone, yeah I'm gone

So sweat it out
And touch yourself
And shout your pleasure out
Into the light
Forget tonight
'Cause we are caught, we're never getting out, never getting out, no!

Because the weekend and I
We're friends, and tonight
It's on, yeah it's on
I'm gone, yeah I'm gone
The weekend and I
We know when to cry:
"It's on", yeah it's on
"I'm gone", yeah I'm gone

It's on, yeah it's on
I'm gone, yeah I'm gone

It's on, yeah it's on
I'm gone, yeah I'm gone