Lyrics
Everybody's saying Thursday's the weekend
Casual casualties of smoking and drinking
Common courtesy of overthinking
You just might find something to believe in
Everybody is kickin' and screaming
Common casualties of over dreaming
Watch you floating on down from the ceiling
I think I just found something to believe in
Sun scans the yard in the afternoon
We miss the days of the echo bloom
This is a world that is hard to come by
You are hard to come by and I'll
Step into the right light, in the dark times
Feeling in a cold rush, and a cold sweat
I know you're coming by, yeah
Better in your arms, always is
Better in your arms, always yeah
Better in your arms, always is
Better in your arms, always
Everybody's saying Thursday's the weekend
Cold calamities from over speaking
See you running fresh out of wisdom
You just might learn a thing if you listen
Sun scans the yard in the afternoon
We miss the days of the echo bloom
This is a world that is hard to come by
You are hard to come by and I'll
Step into the right light, in the dark times
Feeling in a cold rush, and a cold sweat
I know you're coming by, yes
Better in your arms, always is
Better in your arms, always yeah
Better in your arms, always is
Better in your arms, always
Better in your arms (right light, in the dark times)
Better in your arms (cold rush, in a cold sweat)
Better in your arms (right light, in the dark times)
Better in your arms (cold rush)
