This is a Friday afternoon, the movie's over, much too soon.
I watched a lonely hunter's story.
When he was in trouble, I knew it was a bubble.
They came, they picked me up, they kept me waiting.
Sped out, sped out of the dark dome of heroes, back on his dreams.
Sped out of my night dream, into my summer time.
Sunlight, much too bright.
Oh, yes, I know, today's the night.
Where's the angel? Where's he gone?
Oh, yes, I know, today's the night.
Desire for a secret town.
I know this is my place to drown.
I know this is my place to drown.