On Mondays - John Graham

Just another taste and I’ll leave it alone

These howling winds will be the life of me

And breathing all the faith I need

I’m losing site of what I always thought

would be the place I’d never leave

There’s something creeping through the cold outside

Someting brewing in the calm

I never noticed 'till the lights went down

This place looks crooked in the sun

So grab your souls let’s run away

We should be happier than this

We should be happier on mondays

The grass is growing around your feet

My serotonin’s blown and I’m weak

We should be happier on mondays

on mondays

I hear the footsteps getting closer now

The lock on the door begins to twist

I know that I should not go out tonight

But it’s not easy to resist

Now it’s time to cut the cord

There’s nothing here for us

There’s nothing here for us no more

So grab you souls let’s run away

We should be happier than this

We should be happier on mondays

The grass is growing around your feet

My serotonin’s blown and I’m weak

We should be happier on mondays

On mondays

On mondays

Give me one more taste and I’ll go home