اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Monday mourning
Tears are falling down like fluid pain
And it's a long, lost Monday morning
The telling words I like to learn
Are dying on your lips
As the morning through my fingers slips
Ooo-oooh, a-haaaaaa
I find myself in times like this
quite amazed
how eager everything is to go wrong
around me
Monday mourning
tries to wound me
Eyes look hurt again
For have I asked and will never ask again
For I have asked, I will never ask again
