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