[Verse 1]
I keep hearing things that I don't really want to hear
I keep seeing things that I don't think I want to see

[Chorus]
A weekend in Subordia
From times we kissed through telephones
A weekend in Subordia
Give me a call
Send me a line
Don't leave it to love
We'll run out of time

[Verse 2]
Everything goes wrong and nothing lasts for long
In [?]
Everything I see remains a part of you and me

[Chorus]
A weekend in Subordia
From times we kissed through telephones
A weekend in Subordia
Give me a call
Send me a line
Don't leave it to love
We'll run out of time
[Chorus]
A weekend in Subordia (bordia)
From times we kissed through telephones
(Telephones we kissed through telephones)
A weekend in Subordia
(We kissed through telephones)
Give me a call
Send me a line
Don't leave it to love
We'll run out of-