This could be the last time
That could be the fault line slipping away
This could be your last line
Care about everything you say

This might be the last fight
Every rope could fall right under her feet
And sink into the ocean
This will be your lost dream

When you open your eyes it's like
Nothing's real
When you open your eyes it's like

Saturdays
When we dance in the dark in the room where it all gets real
I know you know how it feels
Saturdays
When the moonlight hit up your face and let love spark

Traveled around a bit
Making my chrome heart say
"Know what could make me stay?"
"Know what could make me sit?"
Maybe we're a fault line
Maybe we're a fault line ready to break
Maybe you're a time bomb
I don't care what your boyfriend say

When you lift up your head it's like
Nothing's real
When you open your eyes it's like

Saturdays
When we dance in the dark in the room where it all gets real
I know you know how it feels
Saturdays
When we dance in the dark in the room where it all gets real
I know you know how it feels

The good days go away
And rad nights did fade
We were heavy
We were sad things
When you danced in the dark over at my place
If it's my face you remember
From all the Sundays in the summer
Then you'd know there was so much more than a spark
Enough to make me run and follow you even till

Saturdays
When we dance in the dark in the room where it all gets real
I know you know how it feels
Saturdays
When we dance in the dark in the room where it all gets real
I know you know how it feels

Saturdays
When the moonlight hit up your face
And let love spark

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Alana Mychal Haim, Danielle Sari Haim, Este Arielle Haim, George William Lewis