SYD - 6:45 Lyrics

Well it's a white moon, December skies
The cold air makes it inside
And these street lamps, they leave no surprise
But they help me get deep into your eyes

Something about the way you dissapear
6:45 on a Saturday
Every time that train takes you away
I go blind until the next time you stay, yeah

Missed the bus another time
Keeping you away is some kind of game
He came and left a note in my hands
I wonder, does this man feel the same?
Can he feel the same way?

Something about the way you never came
6:45 on a Saturday
This time you say the train just never came
So I'll wait until the next time you stay

Well these

Blue eyes, dark nights take me away
I feel so alone inside your arms
And these
Week Days, Weak Knees leave me tired
And you're gone
Until the next time
Until the next time

March or April I always forget
Doesn't matter, spring'll never come
I sat alone on the subway again
I just want to go back home

Something about the way we ended here
6:45 on a Saturday
This train takes me deeper underground
And I'm alone, you can't call to say

Well these

Blue eyes, dark nights take me away
I feel so alone inside your arms
But these
Week Days, Weak Knees they leave me tired
And you're gone
Until the next

Blue eyes, dark nights take me away
Let me be alone inside your arms
And these
Week Days, Weak Knees they leave me tired
And you're gone
Until the next time
Until the next time
Until the next time
Blue Eyes, Dark Nights
Until the next time
Week Days, Weak Knees
Until the next