Lyrics Friday Nights - Bitter's Kiss

Friday Nights

When you’re falling to the ground
And you’re too scared to look down
And Friday nights are getting cold
When you’re falling to your knees
And your prayers are only pleas
And Friday nights are getting cold
Isn’t it almost like a dream
Isn’t it almost like a dream
Isn’t it almost like a dream
You’re living
When your soul’s too tired to break
And yet somehow you’re still awake
And Friday nights are getting coldWhen you’re kicking in the streets
Of dirty, wrinkled sheets
And Friday nights are getting coldIsn’t it almost like a dream
Isn’t it almost like a dream
Isn’t it almost like a dream
You’re living will borrow the rest of your life
I will borrow the rest of your life
I will borrow the rest of your life
If you’ll let me
When you’re a cause without a war
Something not quite worth fighting for
And Friday nights are getting coldI will borrow the rest of your life
I will borrow the rest of your life
I will borrow the rest of your life
If you’ll let me
Isn’t it almost like a dream
Isn’t it almost like a dream
Isn’t it almost like a dream
You’re living