Paroles de 'Saturday, 2:43 PM' par Logan Whitehurst

The sun is very bright today
And still, the clouds are big and gray
I wonder why that makes me think of you
The light that shines upon your face
Is from the depths of outer space
A billion years from Western Avenue

My emotional survival
Depends on your arrival
Right hand on the Bible,
Do you solemnly swear
That you'll keep our agreement
To meet me on the pavement
And come to my apartment
At the top of the stairs

I'll sing a little break-up song
Until I see you come along
Or maybe I will write that song for you
And then a circuit in my brain
Will explode, and there you'll be again
And we can count the craters on the moon

My emotional survival
Depends on your arrival
Right hand on the Bible,
Do you solemnly swear
That you'll keep our agreement
To meet me on the pavement
And come to my apartment
At the top of the stairs

Sudden connection
Flying sensation
Little celebration
As I crumple to the ground
A painful situation
Followed by the realization
That there's a somber congregation
Standing all around

You're there among the fading crowd
I smile, and then I sing aloud
Goodbye, goodbye is all I have to say
It seems as though I should have known
But then I never would have flown
It doesn't seem too high a price to pay

Although I may be dying
My body may be lying
Taxis may be crying
In a chorus of cars
Reality receding
My heart no longer beating
My life will not be fleeting
When I'm out among the stars