Saturday night We slowly lose the light But you are there waiting on the other side Sunday morning The water and the tide They push me through the ground Like a flower in july The rhythm is divine And it circles through your eyes It's dripping down your thighs To the ground where i will die Sunday morning The water and the tide They push me through the ground Like a flower in july Ooouuh You pulled me through The little crack You filled it up with glue Ooouuh Underneath the moon You wore black And i was dressed in blue End.