Monday Morning

She may be young but she only likes old things

And modern music it ain't to her tastes

She loves the natural light

Captured in black and white

She sees mirages of mountain ranges

Within the blink of her eye it changes

Back to the open plain

Oh no she can't explain

I cry out 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 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 greys refine,

They are the maps of our design

Of what began on a Monday morning

Monday Morning

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 greys refine,

They are the maps of our design

Of what began on a Monday morning

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

And while the glow of youth in time eludes

It's burning on inside of you

It all began on a Monday morning