7 Days a Week.

Well show me yours, I'll show you mine

what you can't see when you are blind

and what you wouldn't want to see anyway

I can see the scars you hide, when I look on the inside

and I know, yes I know

 

That when the colours fade out of your eyes

your face is covered in mild surprise

and your boot begins to tremble 'neath your feet

don't tell me that you're gonna be fine

and don't lie to me like you do all the time

don't tell me like you do seven days a week

 

Don't tell me that you can see, everything so clearly

I don't believe you anymore

don't tell me when you look at me

you see the same things that I see

that love that you have felt so many times before

 

And when the colours fade out of your eyes

your face is covered in mild surprise

and your boot begins to tremble 'neath your feet

don't tell me that you're gonna be fine

and don't lie to me like you do all the time

don't tell me like you do seven days a week

 

when the colours fade out of your eyes

your face is covered in mild surprise

and your boot begins to tremble 'neath your feet

 

when the colours fade out of your eyes

your face is covered in mild surprise

and your boot begins to tremble 'neath your feet

don't tell me that you're gonna be fine

and don't lie to me like you do all the time

don't tell me like you do seven days a week