Saturday used to be our date
 Little green light man counting back
 French fries wind's blowing our hair
 My dear coke (drop dead)
 (We thought) everything's gonna be perfect 
 
 Something hurt's still bleeding inside us
 If we disappear would they care
 Once the stars they're shining like our tears
 Would the future be like (this)
 (We thought) everything's gonna be perfect 
 
 As we run away
 Nothing would rewind
 Still we are blind
 As we run away
 We won't deny
 That we won't back