The people in charge of the world
Stare down at their desks and pretend to run countries
They're never making any progress
Instead staying naive about our reality
Another day meeting with you
To say it's a coincidence wouldn't be the truth
I'm happy standing right by your side
As just for these five minutes, your smile is only mine
Concerning the news about the wide world
I don't know what I think about it all
What I can say is that my heart's unfurled
So close, enough to make our hands embrace, I might bawl...
Haven't you heard? The weak end's coming!
Though I really don't care about the ending
Haven't you heard? The weekend's coming!
I know what I have to do, I'll tell you my feelings
The predictions for what humans would achieve
Were completely phony, leaving us empty
Really, we're just wasting time and waiting
An invasion in the sky
Is just the cherry on top of suffering
The people in charge of the world
Stare down at their desks and pretend to run countries
They're never making any progress
Instead staying naive about our reality
Suddenly, you had to depart
You vanished that day, packed your bags, breaking my heart
And the adults that I asked for advice
Tore my optimism up like paper, atomized
I don't care about what the world's become
The wars, calamities matter none
What's the point if my heart's frozen in frost?
So far away, I wonder how you are, and I'm lost
Haven't you heard? The weak end's coming!
I don't care if it's all true that the world's ending
Haven't you heard? The weekend's coming!
I mourn what I never did, never shared my feelings
Packed with all these inconsolable thoughts
With all of these hopes and dreams packed in a mailbox
Writing just one letter doesn't feel like enough
I hope that they get to you, even if everything is real tough
In my hands, I hold ten pieces of a heart
I don't know their address or other parts
Since there's no home for them in this vast land
Should I just spread them across the sky while I still can?
Haven't you heard? The weekend's coming!
How does a love song sound when everything's ending?
If somebody, somewhere, out there, can hear it
As long as it can bring them to smile, even just a bit
Haven't you heard? The weekend's coming!
Even though, in the end, I'll never see you again
Haven't you heard? The weekend's coming!
Even though, in the end, I'll never see you again
Even though the weekend is coming soon
I hate that I'll never ever get to see you smiling
Even though the weak end is coming soon
Never again will anybody be left here smiling
Haven't you heard? The weekend's coming!
Haven't you heard? The weekend's coming!
Haven't you heard? The weekend's coming!
Haven't you heard? The weekend's coming!
Haven't you heard? The weekend's coming!