The way back home, you beg to me
"Look at me"
The Friday night your crescent-moon eyes wink
No one stops by and pick you up
You're crying out "help me, and save me"
Your mew is almost gone
Wrapping yourself with sorrow and loneliness
Making up yourself a tragic heroine
You look as if you carry all the world's misery on your back
So you are just starving for love
The way back home, Saturday night
"Look at me"
Somebody stays, somebody leaves
The god is in a mood. Your sky is crying out
It wipes your makeup, and hertache in your mind

I know that you can believe
You can cry for someone
Your heart is beating
I'll ask mom if I can keep
Happy Sunday you remind me of
"Look at me"