Up at 5 AM
Same mall closed again
Same old blue jeans, so disgusting
Window shine on me
No matter where i'll been
Curtains switching, Gnats forgetting
Home ten miles away
But I could hold you pent somewhere I'm staying
But it's nothing like yours
Drugs on cargo way
Head like round a bend
Pick my carcass, a cocky carcass
Empty word downslides
Taste in you have left
Yellow posters, just confims it
Fall goes late at night
From someone I thought I had forgot about
But it's nothing like you
Silver lining on my Friday evening
Twins Fall, Idaho on my TV set
Grab my grasping hand
Catch my passing glance
Take this gesture, and be my last one
Soak in open room
Kiss you if I could
Arms wide open
My guard slides down
Fell asleep again
They woke me up to tell me they were closing
It's reminding me of you
Silver lining on my Friday evening
Face down, forget
Baby, it's all your fault
Silver lining on my Friday evening
With party music
Sung by Robert Smith