Thabiso Thabethe, De Arabian Sax, Lally Tshabalala - Friday Lyrics

Everything I need is inside your soul
You preserve my heart and turn my shadows into salt
And so I ate your love then saw that there's no blind fold
In the end we choose what to see then make that world our own
Our own, cause mine was so bleary without you
Without you, ey

Without you every Friday is turned into a Monday
Without you every freeway is turned into a tollgate
Without you every Friday is turned into a Monday
Without you every freeway is turned into a tollgate

Ey, the only way to be with you is if I die
But if I kill myself will I make it to paradise?
Cause I'm in a world so cold you see my tears turn to eyes
But you showed me a world full of possibilities when I borrowed your eyes
Your eyes, cause mine were so weary without you
Without you, ey

Without you every Friday is turned into a Monday
Without you every freeway is turned into a tollgate
Without you every Friday is turned into a Monday
Without you every freeway is turned into a tollgate