Tuesday

(Verse 1)
We were an accident drawn in pencil lines
Soft enough to fade, sharp enough to cut time
Every week the calendar lied to my face
Only one square knew our names

You closed the door on the rest of your life
Said, “Today I’m free, tonight I’m mine”
The city learned how to hold its breath
Every Tuesday felt like theft

(Pre-Chorus)
We’d walk like strangers through borrowed streets
Learning corners, learning dreams
No past, no weight, no wrong or right
Just you and me suspended in light

(Chorus)
We were an impossible kind of love
Only real when the clock gave up
When we touched, the world stood still
No rules, no scars, no if-you-will
Why does love feel simple when it’s rare?
Why does freedom only live there?

(Verse 2)
We chased small towns and nameless bars
Collected silence, borrowed stars
You laughed like nothing could ever break
Like tomorrow was a mistake
But Wednesday came with heavier shoes
Phones went quiet, doubts grew roots
Suddenly we were miles apart
Same two people, different hearts

(Pre-Chorus)
The rest of the week had too much sound
Too many lines we couldn’t cross
We fit so well in one thin day
Then watched it slowly drift away

(Chorus)
We were an impossible kind of love
Only breathing when the lights went off
When we touched, the world stood still
No past, no fear, no time to kill
Why does love feel simple when it’s rare?
Why does freedom only live there?

(Bridge)
If I could bend the days like sheets
I’d sleep forever in between
Where your hand finds mine by chance
Where life gives us another dance
No promises, no need to choose
Just endless Tuesdays, me and you

(Final Chorus / Outro)
We were real, at least one day a week
That has to mean something to me
If love is brief but true and bright
I’ll keep that Tuesday every night

Classical grunge, punk rock, voices male and female