Monday Songtext
von The Big Dish

The light′s fading fast as
She walks through the night towards Monday
So silent and wistful
Leaving her purse back in Sunday

And I'm on my own
I′m on my own

The mist of the past
Doesn't look much like lifting today
As I think of her now
I hear almost come out of slow

And I'm on my own
I′m on my own


The days slip as quickly
And the clouds are wasted in the sky
And the fog on the river
Is gradually passing me by

And I′m on my own
I'm on my own

The light′s fading fast as
She walks through the night towards Monday

And I'm on my own
I′m on my own

I'm on my own

She walks towards Monday
And I′m on my own
She walks towards Monday
And I'm on my own
She walks towards Monday