Text: Young and Divine. Weakdays.

Weekdays turn into the weekends
Happens every night now
Leaves me wonderin'
What have I done wrong?

Nothin' turns into a somethin'
Keep my fingers crossed
And nothin' can go wrong
Everythin' goes accordin' to plan

It makes me sick

I'm takin' the fall for the sad, sad world
Yeah, when we collide it's an all out war
I'm drawin' a line in the snow white sand

I'm darin' you to cross now
(I'm darin' you to cross now)
I'm darin' you to cross now

A bright day turns into a dead end
It happens every time now
Takes me by surprise
Every time I'm shocked

Somethin' turns out to be nothin'
Keep my fingers crossed
When everythin' is wrong
Nothin' ever goes accordin' to plan

I'm takin' the fall for the sad, sad world
Yeah, when we collide it's an all out war
I'm drawin' a line in the snow white sand

I'm darin' you to cross now
(I'm darin' you to cross now)
I'm darin' you to cross now

Weekdays turn into the weekends
Happens every night now
(Happens every night, every night)

A bright day turns into a dead end
It takes me by surprise now
(Surprise now)

I'm takin' the fall for the sad, sad world
Yeah, when we collide it's an all out war
I'm drawin' a line in the snow white sand

I'm darin' you to cross now
(I'm darin' you to cross now)
I'm darin' you to cross now

I'm takin' the fall for the sad, sad world
Yeah, when we collide it's an all out war
I'm drawin' a line in the snow white sand

I'm darin' you to cross now
(I'm darin' you to cross now)
I'm darin' you to cross now

I'm darin' you to cross now
(I'm darin' you to cross now)

Weekdays turn into the weekends
Weekdays turn into the weekends
(Happens every night now)