Who Stole The Weekend?

Who stole the weekend?
Was it you again?
I left on the TV
And it burned out the screen
There's a drought in the wake of a perfect smile
And I try to regain all the feelings
And I feel so alive I could fall through the floor

A minute with you is better than a year with myself
A minute with you is better than a year with myself

Who stole the weekend?
Was it you again?
I left on the first train
To a town called mundane
There's a drought in the wake of a perfect smile
And I try to regain all the feelings
And I feel so alive I could fall through the floor

A minute with you is better than a year with myself
A minute with you is better than a year with myself

Who stole the weekend?
Was it you again?
I left on the TV
And it burned out the screen
There's a drought in the wake of a perfect smile
And I try to regain all the feelings
And I feel so alive I could fall through the floor
Fall through the floor..

A minute with you is better than a year with myself
A minute with you is better than a year with myself
A minute with you is better than a year with myself
A minute with you is better than a year with myself
Is better than a year with myself