Who stole the weekend? Was it you again? I left on the TV And it burned out the screen There\'s a drought in the wake of a perfect smile And I try to regain all the feelings And I feel so alive I could fall through the floor A minute with you is better than a year with myself A minute with you is better than a year with myself Who stole the weekend? Was it you again? I left on the first train To a town called mundane There\'s a drought in the wake of a perfect smile And I try to regain all the feelings And I feel so alive I could fall through the floor A minute with you is better than a year with myself A minute with you is better than a year with myself Who stole the weekend? Was it you again? I left on the TV And it burned out the screen There\'s a drought in the wake of a perfect smile And I try to regain all the feelings And I feel so alive I could fall through the floor Fall through the floor.. A minute with you is better than a year with myself A minute with you is better than a year with myself A minute with you is better than a year with myself A minute with you is better than a year with myself Is better than a year with myself