Monday mourning
Tears are falling down like fluid pain
And it's a long, lost Monday morning

The telling words I like to learn
Are dying on your lips
As the morning through my fingers slips

Ooo-oooh, a-haaaaaa

I find myself in times like this
quite amazed
how eager everything is to go wrong
around me

Monday mourning
tries to wound me
Eyes look hurt again
For have I asked and will never ask again
For I have asked, I will never ask again