I ditched out of the shine

I walked out of your bitch session, tangled in your message

And that was fine

I walked out on the shine

I ducked out of your hot session, tangled in your excess

And there I stood

Knee-deep in my moon boots

Weak-kneed and death-scooped

Weak-kneed and death-scooped

And not a minute too soon

Not a minute too soon:

They're asking for the moon

When the weekend meets a weak end

And all you have to show

Is all the ciphers that you know

When the weekend meets a weak еnd

And everything you know revеrts to code

When the weekend meets a weak end

And everything you know reverts to code

One day it snowed

The pipes froze up and burst beneath the load

And I crawled out of the breach

Well away from harm's infernal reach

And there I stood

Knee-deep in the rubble and the soot

And when they asked me if I felt up to the task, you know I did

And I was grateful to be able to be so misunderstood

When the weekend meets a bleak end

And all you've got to show

Is all the ciphers that you know

It's such a special kind of feeling

To be tossing to and fro

Repeating code

Repeating code

It's such a special kind of feeling

To be tossing to and fro

Repeating code