Saturday Mornings

There's something bout the way you look at me on Saturday mornings
You memorize my face like it's the last time you'll see me
Our puppy's in between he's begging us to get up so early
Spills coffee on the sheets, but we don't mind today

Oh these times when we're alone are just so perfect
Is it borrowed time we owe or did we earn it

I never want this to stop
I hear the ticking of the clock
It's like a bomb telling us
It's never gonna be enough

After a week when we're working ourselves to sleep
And our parents asking for impossible things
There's nothing I love more than our Saturday mornings

There's something bout the way you join me in my marathon training
On Saturday mornings you beat me to the door
Halfway there I get that unshakeable feeling
You know we'll go the distance, know we'll go further than ever before

Oh these times when we're alone are just so perfect
Is it borrowed time we owe or did we earn it

I never want this to stop
I hear the ticking of the clock
It's like a bomb telling us
It's never gonna be enough

After a week when we're working ourselves to sleep
And our parents asking for impossible things
There's nothing I love more than our Saturday mornings
Saturday mornings

Parks and Rec from our bed
Words that melt in our heads
I get scared, no one else will be the same
Beside me here instead

Motion capture the day
Like watching magic on Broadway
Keeping me company when our weekends fly away

Cause I don't want this to stop
But I hear the ticking of the clock
We're all that we've got
And we won't let them get to us

After a week when we're working ourselves to sleep
And our parents asking for impossible things
There's nothing I love more than our Saturday mornings
Our Saturday mornings