Marty Willson - Sanctuary

After the party with wine in your hair
There's a shot in the dark
So you'll fall in despair
And you've chipped your tooth
So you whistle when you speak
And there's tunes in your head
Till the end of the week

The feast in your hair is up to a swing
But whoever you touch
You don't feel anything
So you brush off the cobwebs
That seal you up
To get past the part
With the crack in your cup

Farewell Saturday, love tomorrow
Always the next day