Midnight on Monday Songtext
von Jette-Ives

I am exhausted,
And the winter is already long.
I loved what I loved
And I had what I lost
And never —
Had at all.

The symmetry′s astounding
And the thing that I've learned
— And can′t ignore —
Is that everybody leaves at once
Open a window, and they all head for the door.

These are the killing days
Slowed down by the rush of routine
You're here,
Then you're gone,
You come back,
And I accept the terms of your return
But I′m wrong to acquiesce
So gently.


Before long
You′re rising from the floor
You look at me as you put on your shoes
So that I know you'll put your coat on too
— There′s the door.

You drink me dry,
You accuse me of poison,
The rumors have ripened on the vine
And now they're anybody′s cocktail
Cheers, darling, cheers!
From what I hear,
We've really, really done it this time.

You′re everything I'm not
You take the difference out on me
And the sum of two such things
Is apparently
Nothing
We are apparently
Nothing
— Where's the door?

These are the killing days
Slow me down.
Slow me down.