Back to Monday

I sang my songs like all the other fakes; Ashamed to make the same old tired mistakes. If I let you down it won't be the last time. I'm a fawning clown for your love. There's a whole wild world lying in between us. I don't think we've ever been so far apart. All you Saints and seers and all you non-believers, We don't want to get back to Monday. Back to Monday. Back to Monday. I blew my mind in many shades of grey; Laid to rest in love with yesterday Where my headstone reads "Didn't make much difference - All my thoughts and deeds and all my love". And no-one sang a song to change my world. And no-one saw the colours that I heard. I should fake control, learn to show some feeling, Fenestrate my soul for my love. There's a whole wild world lying in between us. I don't think we've ever been so far apart. All you Saints and seers and all you non-believers, We don't want to get back to Monday, Back to Monday. Back to Monday. Back to Monday. Back to Monday. Back to Monday. Words and music copyright Graham Trust