Sanoja: Pains Of Being Pure At Heart. Come Saturday.

I can't stand to see your picture
on the dresser where i left you
another sunny day,
and you're 80 miles away, tuesday.

But come saturday, you'll come to stay
you'll come to sway in my arms
who cares if there's a party somewhere
we're going to stay in

come saturday, you'll come to say
maybe there's no harm
in a wasted summer, with no drummer
we're going to stay in

now i could stand to be a fixture
in your faded family pictures
but i can't see into the sunset
all i know is that you're perfect right now

you don't have to write at all
you don't have to make a call
i know that you will come
again and again and again

you don't have to dress to please
perhaps undress for me
i know that when you come
we'll be staying in