Friday it's great and it's hard to believe,
Saturday can be so great,
I feel each day I can leave a dream, or I could die every night,
Chorus :
Is it a blessing or is it a curse ?
Am I a cynical, am I a jerk ?
Sometime I guess I just have to let go,
Everything I, everything I, everything I know
Everything I, everything I, everything I know
Just want to let go everything I know, everything I, everything I
So many days waiting for the night, and night fearing for sunrise,
I never knew if I should be scared about the future other that,
(Merci à Elisa pour cettes paroles)