Monday Morning

She maybe young but she only likes old things

And modern music, it ain't to her taste

She loves the natural light captured in black and white

She sees mirages of mountain ranges

Within a blink of her eyes it changes

Back to the open plain, oh no, she can't explain

I cried how love keep your arms around me

I am a bird that's in need of grounding

I'm built to fly away, I never learned how to stay

The night is gonna fall, the vultures will surround you

And when you're looking in the mirror

What you see is gonna astound you

But all these lines and grays refine

They are the maps of our design

Of what began on a Monday morning

Monday morning, Monday morning

Oh, oh oh, oh, oh oh

Monday morning, Monday morning

Oh, oh oh, oh, oh oh

The night is gonna fall and the vultures will surround you

And when you're looking in the mirror

What you see is gonna astound you

But all these lines and grays refine

They are the maps of our design

Of what began on a Monday morning

Oh yes, the night is gonna fall, the vultures will surround you

And when you're looking in the mirror

What you see is gonna astound you

And all the blow of you from inside the room

That's burning on inside of you

It all began on a Monday morning

Monday morning, Monday morning

Oh, oh oh, oh, oh oh