Who Stole the Weekend - Buffseeds

Who stole the weekend

Was it you again

I left on the TV

And it burned out the screen

There's a drought in the wake of a perfect smile

And I try to regain all the feelings

And I feel so alive I could fall through the floor

A minute with you is better than a year with myself

A minute with you is better than a year with myself

Who stole the weekend

Was it you again

I left on the first train

To a town called mundane

There's a drought in the wake of a perfect smile

And I try to regain all the feelings

And I feel so alive I could fall through the floor

A minute with you is better than a year with myself

A minute with you is better than a year with myself

Who stole the weekend

Was it you again

I left on the TV

And it burned out the screen

There's a drought in the wake of a perfect smile

And I try to regain all the feelings

And I feel so alive I could fall through the floor

Fall through the floor

A minute with you is better than a year with myself

A minute with you is better than a year with myself

A minute with you is better than a year with myself

A minute with you is better than a year with myself

Is better than a year with myself