Lyrics:
night in the week
I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek
Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
Saturday
night in the week
I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek
Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
Saturday
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight
Where you're arms unfold
Here at last you see your ancient face
Now you know
Now you know
The cadence rolls in broken
Plays it over and then goes
night in the week
I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek
Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
Saturday
scared
I know you're sad
I needed your help to realize it's not so bad
So open you're arms
And let me come in
I'd never hurt you girl 'cause I would be
pulled from the wreck lace
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
So tired of the straight line
feels like poetry
When the rain falls down on the window
While you're in my arms
And we're watching the TV
Yeah, I quite miss home
Yeah, I quite miss
Give her money give her power
Give her love and buy her flowers
Say you're sorry arms out wide
Warm embrace swallow your pride
This is how you have
sore
We're joining arms
We'll never be disarmed
We're fighting back, don't need a bone to be thrown
We'll face the great unknown
We aren't what you call
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight
To arms and fear we're
Called! To arms and fear we're
Called! To arms and fear we're
Called! To arms and fear we're
Falled
Arm in arm we are building the city we're arm in arm and we're burning it down
Heaven, that's where you'll be when she's in you're arms
In Japan they brag about the Geisha
Who cares, long uncle Sam has got Patricia
Eyes that have
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
You're so tired
night in the week
I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek
Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
Saturday
night in the week
I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek
Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
Saturday
night in the week
I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek
Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
Saturday
to me
Now when you tell me that you love me so
It thrills my heart uh honey don't ya know
That when you're in my arms oohoo
It feels mighty good to me
night in the week
I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek
Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
Saturday
pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
so tired of the straight line
the loneliest night in the week
I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek
Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line
to be back in you're arms again
Sang, sang, sang, sang
And it's so good to be back...
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