Every shape  of every word you say  that breaks the silence  of an ordinary day.  Every look  that seems to mystify,  every single smile  that spins me to the sky.  It makes me wanna run,  it makes me wanna hide.  Cos you're the only one  that makes me come alive.  It's getting closer now and darker by the hour.    It only goes to show  that here it comes,  here comes the weekend  and I'm on my own again  with a Saturday in the rain.  Here it comes,  here comes the weekend.  The fine line from pleasure to pain  is making me cry.  When will I see you again?    Every breath,  every vision you make.  Every chance in love  you love to take.  Every move  that seems to alter my world.  Every dream  I've had about this boy and this girl.  It makes me wanna run,  it makes me wanna hide  cos you're the only one  that makes my love alive  and time is running fast into a new goodbye.    It only goes to show  that here it comes,  here comes the weekend,  another walk down that lonely lane,  another Sunday that feels the same.  Here it comes,  here comes the weekend.  The fine line from pleasure to pain  is making me cry.  When will I see you again?