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 coldWhen you’re kicking in the streets

Of dirty, wrinkled sheets

And Friday nights are getting coldIsn’t it almost like a dream

Isn’t it almost like a dream

Isn’t it almost like a dream

You’re living 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 coldI 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