Weekend Getaways

Oh, tell me that you love me
if you love me still.
Oh, tell me you'll look after me
if you care about me still.
Tell me that the weight on the chest
will disappear when daylight is back.
Dear god, what should I do
to break this salty solitude?

The heat is back in town, and the
nights are red again.
The music flows through our streets
like the blood in the youngsters.
They won't have to get away no more;
look, that's all they ever needed.
Dear god, what should I do
to break this despised peace?

Distractions are just distractions.
The weekend whims are only weekend whims.
Distractions are just distractions.
The weekend whims are only weekend whims.

I missed those times so much,
kisses on the bridge.
While our sheets are spread on hills,
we keep sniping at cranes.
And once we dive our souls away,
we'll never be adults again.
The ships announce last call
to the next weekend's escape people.

When the ice melts into the courts,
we'll sail in boats until they order to stop.
When the ice melts into the courts,
we'll sail in boats until they order to stop.
When the ice melts into the courts,
we'll sail in boats until they order to stop.
When the ice melts into the courts,
we'll sail in boats until they order to stop.