Champions Of The Weekend

The roof is caving in

And I'm searching for signs

Of open doors and open, and open...

Please don't speak when I'm trying to say goodbye

This is a moment that I can't help but to think about

Our cramping limbs upon four tyres

Air raids have proven there worth back at our temporary retreat

We know instability helps promote tragedy inside

The roof is caving in

And I'm searching for signs

Of open doors and open skies

As we set our sights on anything we want

To help forget where we are from

It seems with every place I've been to;

I'm in love with every face and monument

That won't remind of home

Could a caption help explain these nights and photographs

To prove I might be better off?

Better off living stories I'd dream up

I know these words mean more than

What I've written down on paper

What's been typed in my computer

It's just their meaning can't be sent

The roof is caving in

And I'm searching for signs

Of open doors and open skies

As we set our sights on anything we want

To help forget where we are from

It seems with every place I've been to;

I'm in love with every face and monument

That won't remind of home

I'd better sink this quarter, to brace my wish

And lift it from the ground

From where people are only pacing sidewalks

At noon hour, over any time of day

Sleeping is healing, but it could hold us down

As we set our sights on anything we want

To help forget where we are from

It seems with every place I've been to;

I'm in love with every face and monument

That won't remind of home

As we set our sights on anything we want

To help forget where we are from

It seems with every place I've been to;

I'm in love with every face and monument

That won't remind of home