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 explainI cried 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 stayThe 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 morningMonday morning, Monday morning
Oh, oh oh, oh, oh oh
Monday morning, Monday morning
Oh, oh oh, oh, oh ohThe 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 morningOh 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 morningMonday morning, Monday morning
Oh, oh oh, oh, oh oh