Here Comes The Weekend

 (Words & music by Per Gessle)


 [Verse 1]
           Em               G
    Every shape, of every word you say,
           D                        C
    that breaks the silence of an ordinary day.
          Em               G
    Every look, that seems to mistify,
           D                         C
    every single smile that sends me to the sky.
                  C                  Em
    Makes me wanna run, makes me wanna hide
                       C                  (Em)
    'cause you're the only one, makes me come alive.
                   C                Em
    It's getting closer now and darker by the hour.
        C            D
    It only goes to show, that


 [Chorus a]
              G                     Em
    Here it comes, here comes the weekend.
                       C
    And I'm on my own again,
                            Am     D7
    with a saturday in the rain (yeah yeah)
              G                     Em
    Here is comes, here comes the weekend.
                                    C   D7
    The fine line from pleasure to pain.
                 G  Em         C    D7         Em
    Is making me cry, when will I see you again.


 [Verse 2]
            Em               G
    Every breath, every vision you make,
           D                        C
    every chance of love, you love to take.
            Em                  G
    Every move, that seems to alter my world,
           D                         C
    every dream I've had about this boy and this girl.
                     C                  Em
    Oh it makes me wanna run, makes me wanna hide
                       C                  Em
    'cause you're the only one, who makes my love alive.
              C                  Em
    Time is running fast into a new goodbye.
        C            D
    It only goes to show, that

 [Chorus b]
              G                     Em
    Here is comes, here comes the weekend.
                                   C
    Another walk down that lonely lane.
                                  Am     D7
    Another sunday that feels the same. (Hehe)
              G                     Em
    Here is comes, here comes the weekend.
                                    C   D7
    The fine line from pleasure to pain.
                 G  Em         C D7         G
    Is making me cry, when will I see you again.

 [repeat chorus a]