Forest burning
The weekend is near
Body falling
The weekend is near
Cat sleeping
On a blanket of stone
Cars and voices
Invading my home
City drowning
The weekend is near
Find a place to hide
To take care of you
If I'm a traveller
I'm travelling by dream
Almost a ghost it seems
Having asked for a bed
She offered me instead
The keys to her faded
Red car
People tend to roam
Far away from home
Crying on the street
Over a long lost phone
Don't leave me
The weekend is near
Don't leave me here
If I'm travelling
I'm travelling with you
Two ghosts on the move
Cars and voices
Invading my home
That hotel you spoke of
Don't wanna go there on my own
Loneliness
Blankets of stone
I'm off to the seaside
I wanted you to know
