Saturday to sunday's waste

Then monday's soon around

It's always time to leave

The nightlife first

And catch the last bus out of town

And the sentiment of the last song that I heard

Stays with me as if I'd written every word



I thought I saw an open door

With a bright light shining through

But what it was I don't recall

But I think you've seen it too

And there are the days and the ways I've known

Dreaming that this bird has flown



And if you burnt your fingers in the fire

Remember me and my desire



It might be easier this way

If you're trying to change the world



I saw a film just made for me

Said you've got to walk the line

The day will come when I feed the flames

I'm just biding my time

These are the days and the ways I've known

Dreaming that this bird has flown