Saturday Waits - Loney, Dear, Emil Svanängen

You sit in your room

Looking over the sea

You got friends over here

Still you’re there

Time after time

You could always refer to the things

Refer to the things from the past

Shading you

Saturday waits

You’ll get over it then

Sunday never come late

Always stand in the shade

Saturday night

You’ll be grown up real soon

Trouble never complain

You’ll be over 'til ten

Time after time

You will always be late

You will always feel shame

For your looks

Your feel (ing)s in a jar

Stored in a cupboard

Cupboard at yours

You will always feel shame

For your ways

Saturday night

You’ll be grown up real soon

Trouble never complain

You’ll be over 'til ten

Saturday waits

You’ll get over it then

Sunday never come late

Always stand in the shade

Grandfather I want you now

Nothing ever waits

Lover I want you now

'Cause nothing ever waits

Saturday waits

You’ll get over it then

Sunday never come late

Always stand in the shade

Saturday night

You’ll be grown up real soon

Trouble never complain

You’ll be over 'til ten

You sit in your room

Looking over the sea

You will always be late

Always feel shame