Sam Roberts - No Sleep Lyrics
No sleepI haven't slept for a weekAnd I'm coldYeah I'm so coldShe's rightI should do something with my lifeBut I'm old, I'm old I'm getting oldThose eyesShe said they don't recognize meThose lipsThey're never calling my nameIt feels so heavyIt feels so heavy, heavyI'm waiting for a SaturdayI'm waiting for a SaturdayAnd I'm too young to be oldUne fille joliePassait tout pres de moiElle arretait le tempsAu coin de St. Catherine et St. LaurentIt feels so heavyIt feels so heavy, heavyI'm waiting for a SaturdayI'm waiting for a SaturdayAnd I'm too young to be oldElle me regardaitEt elle souriaitElle m'a fait penser a rien en ce momentMais comme le vent elle s'en allaitEt moi j'suis reveillerOuai moi j'suis reveillerIt feels so heavyIt feels so heavy, heavyI'm waiting for a SaturdayI'm waiting for a SaturdayAnd I'm too young to be oldIt feels so heavyIt feels so heavy, heavyI'm waiting for a SaturdayI'm waiting for a SaturdayAnd I'm too young to be old