Meet me on Satuday Midnight on fourth; Bring me a white bouquet Flowers to go
Strip words from wicked lies I shall be late; Crimson and paradise They love to wait
Winter in drapes and I’m still in this place like I haven’t been gone; Strangers in time and if one of them lied there could be nothing more; How do you say good-bye to what’s never been really true; Meet me on Saturday, maybe it’s you
Meet me on Saturday Four days to go; Bring me a black bouquet It’s just for show
Meet me on Saturday How many years; Can you wait for a smile And seven tears
Winter in drapes and I’m still in this place in this place that I left; Strangers in time you know I don’t take lime in my beer or my cigarettes; Light me another one, maybe we can be what they call “just friends”; Meet me on Saturday, that’s where it ends; That’s where it ends That’s where it ends; That’s where it