death cab for cutie
monday morning
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 looking in the mirror what you see is gonna astound you But all these lines and greys refine, they are the maps of our design Of what began on Monday morning  Monday morning Monday morning  Monday morning Monday morning  The night is gonna fall and the vultures will surround you And when you're looking in the mirror what you see is gonna astound you But all these lines and greys refine, they are the maps of our design Of what began on Monday morning  Oh yes the night is gonna fall and the vultures will surround you And when you're looking in the mirror what you see is gonna astound you And while the glow of youth in time eludes, it's burning on inside of you It all began on Monday morning  Monday morning Monday morning