Monday Morning Lyrics

She maybe young but she only likes old things,
And modern music and 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 eye 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 is in need of grounding,
I'm built to fly away I never learned how to stay.

The night is going to fall and the vultures will surround you,
And when your look in the mirror what you see is goin' astound you.
But all these lines and greys refine, they are the maps of our design,
Of what began on a monday morning.
Monday morning, monday morning,
Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh,
Monday morning, monday morning,
Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh,

And I just going to fall and the vultures all surround you,
And when your look in the mirror what you see is goin' astound you.
But all these lines and greys refine, they are the maps of our design,
Of what began on a monday morning.
Oh yes the night is going to fall, and the vultures will surround you,
And when your look in the mirror, what you see is goin' astound you,
And all the blow of you from inside the room,
Is burning on inside of you, all began on a monday morning.

Monday morning, monday morning,
Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh.