Lyrics
It's Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways
Describing a Saturday night with a somber Sunday-like atmosphere.
If you had any sense, you'd maybe go away for a few days
Suggesting that leaving for a few days might be a sensible choice.
Be that as it may, you can only say you are lonely
Acknowledging loneliness as a prevailing feeling.
You are but a young girl working your way through the phonies
Expressing the protagonist as a young girl navigating insincere people.
Cafe on, milk gone, such a sad light and fading.
Depicting a cafe scene with a melancholic mood.
Yourself you touch, but not too much.
Cautioning against excessive self-indulgence.
You hear it's degrading.
Highlighting the perceived degradation associated with certain actions.
The flowers on your stockings wilting away in the midnight
Symbolizing the deterioration of romance with wilting stockings.
The book you are reading is someone's opinion of moonlight
Criticizing the book being read as someone's biased view of moonlight.
Your skin is so white, you'd like maybe to go to bed soon
Commenting on the desire to rest, emphasized by the white skin.
Just closing your eyes if you're to rise up before noon
Suggesting a reluctance to face the day before noon.
High heels, car wheels, all the losers are groovin'
Describing a scene with high heels and car wheels, possibly indicating a party atmosphere.
Your dream, strange scene, images are movin'
Portraying dreamlike and surreal images.
Your friends they are making a pop star or two every evening
Observing friends creating pop stars but unaware of the patterns they weave.
You know that scene backwards, they can't see the patterns they're weaving
Highlighting the friends' lack of insight into their own actions.
Your friends they're all models but you soon got over that one
Reflecting on overcoming the fascination with friends who are models.
You sit in your one room a little brought down in London
Depicting a slightly disheartened atmosphere in a one-room setting in London.
Cafe on, milk gone, such a sad light and fading.
Repeating the cafe scene, emphasizing sadness and fading light.
Yourself you touch, but not too much.
Reiterating the caution against excessive self-indulgence.
You hear it's degrading.
Reiterating the perceived degradation associated with certain actions.
It's Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways
Repeating the initial description of a Saturday night with a Sunday-like feel.
If you had any sense, you'd maybe go away for a few days
Reiterating the suggestion that leaving for a few days might be sensible.
Be that as it may, you can only say you are lonely
Reiterating loneliness as a prevailing feeling.
You are but a young girl working your way through the phonies.
Reiterating the protagonist as a young girl navigating insincere people.
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