Waiting for Saturday

"Saturday, Day of Promises" is a melancholic and dreamy song that explores waiting as an act of love and hope. With poetic lyrics and evocative images, the song tells of the loneliness marked by the days, while Saturday becomes the only moment in which two separated souls reconnect through the voice, a symbol of closeness and light in an era without bright screens. The sound could be sweet and nostalgic, with enveloping melodies and a delicate rhythm, accompanying the emotional tension between desire, patience and the relief of finding each other again. ### Shadows dancing on the wall, The clock's relentless tick, A whisper in the wind: "Wait, just a little longer..." In the silence of my room, I watch the changing sky, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday pass, Like clouds swept by the wind. Your eyes, imprinted in my mind, Gaze at me through time. And I wait, with a heart aflame, Counting heartbeats, hours, days, Until your voice Makes my world bloom anew. Saturday, day of promises, When the phone becomes a bridge between us, Saturday, dawn of hope, When our dreams intertwine in the ether. In this era without glowing screens, Your voice is my brightest light. I imagine journeys never taken, Adventures written only in our hearts. Thursday, Friday slip away, Like sand in an endless hourglass. Your words, echoes of my desires, Resound in the void of days without you. And I wait, with a soul in turmoil, Painting the future with the colors of anticipation, Until your breath Gives life to my dormant hopes. Saturday, day of promises, When the phone becomes a bridge between us, Saturday, dawn of hope, When our dreams intertwine in the ether. In this era without glowing screens, Your voice is my brightest light. Outside, life rushes by, But here, in the sanctuary of my waiting, Time stops, expands, breathes with me. Each second is a universe of possibility, Each minute an eternity of "maybe", Until Saturday dissolves all doubts. Saturday, day of kept promises, The phone rings, and my heart with it. Saturday, weekly rebirth, Our worlds merge in an instant. In this era of waiting and silence, Your voice is the melody that gives meaning to my life. And as the sun sets on another Saturday, I whisper to the wind the words unspoken, Knowing I'll return to waiting, For in you, I find my eternal return.