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