Lyrics On Mondays - John Graham

On Mondays

Just another taste and I’ll leave it alone
These howling winds will be the life of me
And breathing all the faith I need
I’m losing site of what I always thought
would be the place I’d never leave
There’s something creeping through the cold outside
Someting brewing in the calm
I never noticed 'till the lights went down
This place looks crooked in the sun
So grab your souls let’s run away
We should be happier than this
We should be happier on mondays
The grass is growing around your feet
My serotonin’s blown and I’m weak
We should be happier on mondays
on mondays
I hear the footsteps getting closer now
The lock on the door begins to twist
I know that I should not go out tonight
But it’s not easy to resist
Now it’s time to cut the cord
There’s nothing here for us
There’s nothing here for us no more
So grab you souls let’s run away
We should be happier than this
We should be happier on mondays
The grass is growing around your feet
My serotonin’s blown and I’m weak
We should be happier on mondays
On mondays
On mondays
Give me one more taste and I’ll go home