She may be 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 explain.

I cry 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 stay.

The night is gonna fall and the vultures will surround you,
And when you´re lookin´ in the mirror what you see is gon´ astound you.
But all these lines and greys refine, they are the maps of our design,
Of what began on a Monday morning.

Monday morning, Monday morning,
Ooh, ooh,
Monday morning, Monday morning,
Ooh, ooh,

The night is gonna fall and the vultures will surround you,
And when you´re lookin´ in the mirror what you see is gon´ astound you.
But all these lines and greys refine, they are the maps of our design,
Of what began on a Monday morning.

Oh yes the night is gonna fall, and the vultures will surround you,
And when you´re lookin´ in the mirror what you see is gon´ astound you.
And all the glow of you from inside the room,
Is burning on inside of you, it all began on a Monday morning.

Monday morning, Monday morning,
Ooh, ooh.