Saturday Sunday
KAT DAHLIA · My Garden 2015 · Track 04 of 11
Is it Saturday, Sunday, Saturday, Sunday? Poppin' shots down the same lips that I pray Saturday, Sunday, Saturday, Sunday Maybe I'll get it right one day
Got my makeup on my face, who am I today Is today a new day Am I in a maze With my knees to the ground, head facing down to pray While I'm a thousand miles away No time or space
Oh preacher, you're way too loud My head's spinning 'round Watch my gown It's drenched in black, don't let me drown Oh preacher, it's way too soon Is it Saturday night or Sunday afternoon? Who do I tell my stories too? It's a DJ in the confession room
Is it Saturday, Sunday, Saturday, Sunday? Poppin' shots down the same lips that I pray Saturday, Sunday, Saturday, Sunday Maybe I'll get it right one day
Bodies all around, hypnotised by the sound that surrounds Don't count me out, as the saviours been found Spirits in my system, trying to resist 'em, no They will not go, pour the wine slow
Oh preacher, you're way too loud My head's spinning 'round Watch my gown It's drenched in black, don't let me drown Oh preacher, it's way too soon Is it Saturday night or Sunday afternoon? Who do I tell my stories too? It's a DJ in the confession room
Say nothing I've been accused of my own use I'm going, going, so it can cure my abuse Say nothing I'll hold us in for my own use I'm going, going, so it can cure my abuse, abuse
Is it Saturday, Sunday, Saturday, Sunday? Poppin' shots down the same lips that I pray Saturday, Sunday, Saturday, Sunday Maybe I'll get it right one day
Take my sorrow, sorrow away from me Oh it's dark baby Turn up the lights, turn up the lights Oh it's dark baby DJ turn up the lights, turn up the lights I'm falling, falling, falling in my abuse I'm falling, falling, falling, again, angel, angel My feet hurt I won't make it to the water Oh preacher