A Week at the Most Songtext
von Fireside

Am I forgotten and alone
I try to manage on my own
The memory grows cold
And my eyes dry out


Didn′t she tell me I was the one?
How come she tried
Three years in a row?
Her hair in my mouth
Her annoying sighs

She said I was good sometimes
A week at the most
I tried to make up to that
But now all is lost

I found her crying at the shore
And I was too dumb to let her go
I miss that sand and I miss that snow