Dress On Fridays Lyrics

I wish i could grow on you

Like summer, it changes the colour of your hair

Wish i could look at you,

Into your grounded hopeless eyes and stare



But it gets hard sometimes

To listen to the ones who don't care

Yeah it gets hard sometimes

When you are pretending not to be there



Then i call you and get your machine



Is this a mistake?

Am i losing my life?

It's you i crave

And i will not pass you by



'Cause it gets hard sometimes

To listen to the ones who care too much

And it gets hard sometimes

When you're locked between what you want to do

And what you feel you have to do



Then i call you and get your machine

For the time



You dress on friday

You dress on friday



Yeah this could go either way

This could work out between us or never again

Yeah this could go either way

This could work out between us or



It's time

For

You

To

Take

Me

Home again

So take me home,

Take me home