Chapped lips
Blue jeans
Thin hips
Sixteen
Brown eyes
And skin
You were everything
On a Wednesday afternoon
There were lovers in the room
I was wild, you were high
We we running from the night
On a Wednesday afternoon
Your voice
My lies
Our paradise
I killed
We died
I bled
And cried
I went away and grew from my mistakes
Oh, how the years have come and gone
You found a life and fixed your aching heart
But the weeks remain the same
It was Wednesday afternoon
We were lovers in a room
We were wild, we were high
We were running out of time
On those Wednesday afternoons