Monday Mourning
Paul Waaktaar-Savoy, Morten Harket, Magne Furuholmen
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
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