Stands (The)
Some Weekend Night
The card on the table have changed
The ones who have left can't be traced,
But all who are here can be trusted to not say a thing
The doorways tonight hold the ones
Who've taken to being undone
And lust for the love of all the ones who won't mean a thing
But it's alright
It's so alright
To be without
The lost and founds
Of some weekend night
The last wheel to spin for to turn
Has put down a blanket and yearns
For the sigh that was spun from its wheelspinning trickle of light
But it's alright
It's so alright
It's so alright
From Letras Mania