Bright Eyes Few Minutes On Friday Lyrics

Few Minutes On Friday Lyrics

She kills, with foreign films

The emptiness of day to day

And I wait until the weekend comes

So I can clear this uselessness from my brain



I count the days until she arrives

Those precious minutes when she is mine

As we walk from my front door to her car

We are so close and alone



But that will disappear

In a room filled with the warmth

Of others, of others company

There is too much company



There is too much company



So I hide my wounded pride

And stare off into the other cars

If I could just speak the words to tell her

Exactly how I feel



I count the ways that I might say it

But I know that none of them will work

Because she won't feel the same

I've come this far



But I can't go through with it

Because the truth would hurt

Too much, it hurts too much

This hurts too much



She goes back to the West Coast

To drink in the sunshine

And I will stay here in these dead plains

And try to make a seed grow

And I would pray for rain

If I thought that it would help