sundays and saturdays are farr away.
little islands across the seas of school days
you swim so farr, run out of breath then wash up on the shores
of sundays and saturdays waves and waves away.
breathe and be upon land, shouldnt those weekend hours be spent amoung the flowers?
wouldnt you think that your island days of sundays and saturdays, sundays and saturdays waves and waves away.
for me its not that simple im quite a messy child for me its much like coming back from a forgien country and emptying my suit case of dirty cloths. but those sundays and saturdays just make me want to stay away from old tuesday thoughts of paper work, dont wanna file anymore, just let me lay here on the shore.
