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