Lyrics by Dan Zlotnick

 

Our weekend conversations are weakened by the space

That’s in between what we both need

We can live on different pages

Slap a smile across our faces until we leave

But is that the dream?

 

Like a hole in the pocket of my jeans 

All the change I reach for disappears

I pick my tails up pennies off the floor

And ask myself has it been this bad before

 

Our weekend conversations are weakened by the space

That’s in between what we both need

We can live on different pages

Slap a smile across our faces until we leave

But is that the dream?

 

It’s like you poured concrete all around your shoes

You built a white picket fence to surround your blues

You’re safe inside, I should’ve known better

Let’s go back to talking about the weather

 

Our weekend conversations are weakened by the space

That’s in between what we both need

 

We don’t have to dive to the bottom of the ocean

It still feels like we’re sinking in slow motion

 

Our weekend conversations are weakened by the space

That’s in between what we both need

We can live on different pages

Slap a smile across our faces until we leave

Is that the dream?

 

Our weekend conversations, mmmm

Our weekend conversations, mmmm

Our weekend conversations, mmmm

Our weekend conversations, mmmm