I'm passing time
while lying under this sky
that clouds are turning grey
I know, probably behind the blue
eyes, I trouble my head
under this sky
when passing time, when passing time
And I smoke a cigarette and then another cigarette
and then I wonder; should I call someone
no one is calling me, should I call you
when you couldn't make it anyway
and I lie on my back, my clock is ticking
little by little, ticking away
This Friday I'm alone,
I'm spending this Friday alone,
this long Friday
Behind the blue
eyes, I know the colour of the sky
with it I trouble my head
I know the colour of the sky
I know the colour of the sky
The day turns into evening
I fear my clock will disrupt
the flow of time, get fed up
stop ticking
and then eating away the time
not satisfied with slowing, into Friday
leaving me into endless Friday
leaving me into endless Friday
And I smoke a cigarette and then another cigarette
and then I wonder; should I call someone
no one is calling me, should I call you
when you couldn't make it anyway
and I lie on my back, my clock is ticking
little by little, ticking away
This Friday I'm alone,
I'm spending this Friday alone,
this long Friday
Behind the blue
eyes, I know the colour of the sky
with it I trouble my head
I know the colour of the sky
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