The Party

If you wake Up to the prize Of yourself And all your eyes Then nothing will Be just like this And nothing is About your will The names are sitting on the phone Inside where words are left behind It's hard to hear them coming out When there's enough of everything Next weekend there's a party and it's good to have These goals We're finally getting somewhere These invitations what a thrill Sunday night is always bad Schools not there but you still have The weekend that you left behind It's in between the light and line It's time to quit from taking calls And concentrate the evening falls That's where it is and what is what Cover up and cover off Next weekend there's a party and it's good to have These goals We're finally getting somewhere These invitations what a thrill