Say wha? Say wha? Come on! Bring it up! Bring it up! Come on!!
A Sunday that's winding down feels somehow bittersweet.
Even the color of the setting sun seemed paler than usual.
We raced through street corners, outside the blurred windows.
A rainbow smiled at us.
So crying or laughing, we'll do it again tomorrow.
A star just streaked across and vanished...
Rainy Sunday, the sluggishness is emphasized; the weekend ending makes me ultra unsettled.
So Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday-yes, let's dream again next weekend.
Where was I born? No one will tell me.
And where I want to go is somehow too hard to figure out.
Someday night will come, and once again the sun will rise.
The propeller keeps turning.
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So crying or laughing, we'll do it again tomorrow.
A star just streaked across and vanished...
Excited, sleep, wake up, and tomorrow again.
Yes, tomorrow, the wind of tomorrow will blow.
Or rather, we're slow starters; by Monday we're practically useless.
We can't be energetic; weekends we just keep dreaming, waiting for a break.
Back and forth, tomorrow's yesterday.
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow, aren't they here yet?
This day, this moment, the view I'm seeing.
For some reason, I feel like I've always seen it...
So, tears and smiles again tomorrow.
Yes, with anticipation-sleep, wake up, and tomorrow again.
No matter what, Viva la Vida!
Yes, tomorrow, the wind of tomorrow will blow.
Say whatcha, whatcha, whatcha gonna do?
I gotta flow (Say what?) You gotta flow (Ah ha)
My head's about to explode, and next week looks set to explode too, so tonight I'll eat and go to bed early.
Time passes, and the friction stirs things up so fast.
These whirlwind days-will they keep repeating forever?
Say whatcha, whatcha, whatcha gonna do?
Say whatcha gonna do?