friday afternoon
Singer:311
friday afternoon and all the worries just float into the air
we're going to our secret spot and no one else knows how to get there
the words just poured out of you like a melody
i just could not believe the things you're telling me
nothing could be half so compelling
our senses telling us where to go
we're stretched out horizontal throttle down
upon the ground and always taking it slow
i taste the salt on your skin and then it's really beginning
i got the message you're sending
go again and again 'til we're spent
but i know it's building up again