paroles de chanson All Her Saturdays - James Grant

Looking at the white dress on the bedroom door
Grace tries to tell herself once more
Just believe
Just believe
But she lost her faith with her virginity

She heard a train far out in the night
And she longed to be on it
Grieving for the neon lights
Of all her Saturdays to come

Mother said she felt the same
In the morning we'll drink champagne
Now, let me see you smiling
You're the mirror of my dreams

She heard a train far out in the night
And she longed to be on it
Grieving for the neon lights
Of all her Saturdays to come

On an unlit carriage
No-one else but her
I don't care where I'm going
Jusy get me away from here.

The churchbells chime in the dawn
There go the sprinklers upon the lawns
And everything's as it should be
Till mother screams,
"Where has she gone?"

She heard a train far out in the night
And she longed to be on it
Grieving for the neon lights
Of all her Saturdays to come