Monday 8AM

Everyday she wakes up in the morning sun, always feels the same

Monday morning comes and when she leaves for work, the clouds are forming now

Drive, drive, drive, through the pouring rain

Wipers wipe, all your feelings away

Good ones and bad

Always living like, it's my last day

And I'm on my way to see you, weather don't mind

And we're living like, it's our last days

And we're taking it with both hands, holding on so tight

Everyday she wakes in the winter sun, always feels the same

Mercury is falling when she leaves for work, icy on your skin

Drive, drive, drive, through the morning rain

Windscreen fogs all your feelings again

Good ones and bad

Always living like, it's my last day

And I'm on my way to see you, weather don't mind

And we're living like, it's our last days

And we're taking it with both hands, holding on so tight