Текст песни «Monday Morning» от A Day At The Fair

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A Day At The Fair - "Monday Morning"

Lyrics to Monday Morning :

Long before my stomping grounds got trampled on,

I sat and felt the greatest song,

That every painter, every poet, couldnt create,

And the words they open doors,

From what my parents had wished for,

When they had a child and raised a kid that came to this,



And how good does life feel in times like this'

And how good is my shot before I close my eyes and miss'

These feelings exist,



Let it rain on Monday morning,

Right before the worlds awake,

I will lie there and just think about the weather,

Let my blood beat from my chest,

And put my veins up to its test,

I will breathe in and know what it feels to feel alive,

Im alive,



About the time the treehouse built fell on the lawn,

We sat and heard the first of songs,

That every rocking chair and shoebox would create,

Its a world thats grown to be,

So careless with its memories,

Only benevolence can capture what I mean,



But how goods this picture when the backgrounds gone'

And I still feel great about standing tall when everything went wrong,

And I am all alone,



Let it rain on Monday morning,

Right before the worlds awake,

I will lie there and just think about the weather,

Let my blood beat from my chest,

And put my veins up to its test,

I will breathe in and know what it feels to feel alive,

Im alive,

Yeah, Im alive,

Well Im so alive, yeah, yeah,



Let it rain on my rooftop,

So I can hear the sounds,

Of passing winds through blowing trees,

Says Ill see you around,

When the seasons can say things,

That I never can,

When words describe nothing,

When I come home again,

Well I guess I must of lost it,

In line of my luck,

That says this is your life now,

And youre done with growing up,

Well I missed my mark,

And I miss the trees,

And I miss lying in bed today,

To picture these things,
[ Monday Morning Lyrics  ]

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