10:15 Saturday Night
Words by Robert Smith
10.15
Saturday night
And the tap drips
Under the strip light
And I’m sitting in the kitchen sink
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip…
Waiting
For the telephone to ring
And I’m wondering
Where she’s been
And I’m crying for yesterday
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip…
It’s always the same…
[Words: Smith / Music: Smith/Tolhurst/Dempsey]