Текст (слова) песни: Bright Eyes - A Few Minutes On Friday
She kills, with foreign films The emptiness of day to day And I wait until the weekend comes So I can clear this uselessness from my brain I count the days until she arrives Those precious minutes when she is mine As we walk from my front door to her car We`re so close and alone But that will disappear In a room filled with the warmth of others... Of others` company There`s just too much company There`s just too much company So I hide my wounded pride And stare off into the other cars If I could just speak the words To tell her exactly how I feel I count the ways that I might say it But I know that none of them will work Because she won`t feel the same We`ve got this far But I can`t go through with it Because the truth would hurt too much It hurts too much This hurts too much She goes back to the west coast To drink in the sunshine And I will stay here in these dead plains And try to make this seed grow And I would pray for rain If I thought that it would help
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