feeling like a frisbee
spinning head `round in devotion
keep coming back for her love
i'm like a boomerang too
floating on a good drive
but i guess the wind is turning
is it a matter of time now?
before the swallow gets swallowed
she loves me more than i can trust
it's like a car that never rusts
feeling like a frisbee
spinning head down in the ocean
again i'm landing softly
she had another save
floating on a big wave
knowing friday's coming to me
it's just a matter of time now
before the fragile weekend, the weak end
there comes a time for us...