Tuesday

Widen my horizons, please

There's so much I don't know about this land

Talk to myself to no reply

Open my eyes, please

I feel like an alien here

Breathing from a separate hole

Close my eyes and see myself

High above the city

I haven't got used to it yet

The cosmos curled up in bed

An object of desire, the city burns

She looks at me, my head turns

On the tip of my tongue, a thousand words

And I read them aloud to her

I haven't got used to it yet

Life on Earth as I know it

See us set ourselves on fire, the city burns

She looks at me, my head turns

On the tip of my tongue, a thousand words

And I read them aloud to her

I made something of myself

I was meant for something else

I made something of myself

I was meant for somewhere else

Hm, I feel like an alien here

Breathing from a separate hole

Close my eyes and see myself

High above the city

Hmm-hmm, hmm

I'm always waiting for it

Something borrowed, something blue

But I am that something blue

When I am kept away from you

And he said get out of my way

And that destroyed the Tuesday

I'm always waiting for it

When I'm getting close to you and

I'm always waiting for it

Something borrowed, something blue

But I am that something blue

When I am getting close mm-mm

He said get out of my way

And that destroyed the Tuesday

I'm always waiting for it

When I'm getting close to you and

I'm always waiting for it

Something borrowed, something blue

But I am that something blue

When I am kept away from you

He said get out of my way

And that destroyed the Tuesday

I'm always waiting for it

When I'm getting close to you and

I'm always wait-