Текстове на песни: Sam Roberts. No Sleep.

No sleep
I haven't slept for a week
And I'm cold
Yeah, I'm so cold
She's right
I should do something with my life
But I'm old, I'm old
I'm getting old

Those eyes
She said they don't recognize me
Those lips
They never call out my name, my name, my name

It feels so heavy
It feels so heavy
Heavy
I'm waiting for a Saturday
I'm waiting for a Saturday
And I'm too young to be old

Une fille
Jolie
Passe tout pres de moi
Elle arretait le temps
A coin de St. Catherine et St. Laurent

It feels so heavy
It feels so heavy
Heavy
I'm waiting for a Saturday
I'm waiting for a Saturday
And I'm too young to be old

Elle me regardait
Et elle souriait
Elle m'a fait penser
A rien en ce moment
Et comme le vent
Elle s'en allait
Et moi j'suis reveille
Ouais moi j'suis reveille

It feels so heavy
It feels so heavy
Heavy
I'm waiting for a Saturday
I'm waiting for a Saturday

It feels so heavy
It feels so heavy
Heavy
I'm waiting for a Saturday
I'm waiting for a Saturday
And I'm too young to be old

(Thanks to Manda for these lyrics)