Monday Mourning کے بول

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