Saturdays are dark unlike they used to be
Cold winter showed its face a little early
And I sit and wait, for something to
Cherish a memory
Burn the bridges that you cross
Leave nothing behind
Burn the bridges that you cross
Leave nothing behind
Saturdays are dark when the sky meets the ocean
Waves become blurry as I lose my devotion
Now I walk and die
For something to remind me a melody
Burn the bridges that you cross
Leave nothing behind
Burn the bridges that you cross
Leave nothing behind