Текст песни Friday Nights - Bitter's Kiss

When you're falling to the ground
And you're too scared to look down
And Friday nights are getting cold

When you're falling to your knees
And your prayers are only pleas
And Friday nights are getting cold

Isn't it almost like a dream
Isn't it almost like a dream
Isn't it almost like a dream
You're living

When your soul's too tired to break
And yet somehow you're still awake
And Friday nights are getting cold

When you're kicking through the streets
Of dirty, wrinkled sheets
And Friday nights are getting cold

Isn't it almost like a dream
Isn't it almost like a dream
Isn't it almost like a dream
You're living

I will borrow the rest of your life
I will borrow the rest of your life
I will borrow the rest of your life
If you'll let me

When you're a cause without a war
Something not quite worth fighting for
And Friday nights are getting cold

I will borrow the rest of your life
I will borrow the rest of your life
I will borrow the rest of your life
If you'll let me

Isn't it almost like a dream
Isn't it almost like a dream
Isn't it almost like a dream
You're living