Monday Morning
' From blue to gray to blue again
The buzzes die and the voice of an angel replaces them.
The thoughts from before are gone as the new ones come.
The voice on your ears sing about the hope you once gave up.
Your sealed lips now part in the middle to let the whispers tell you a new story.
Nostalgia fulfil your mind while you wait for your body to be taken away to the place you should be.
The rain pour in your skin bringing memories of an untoched reality, a life that was never yours to live, never yours to feel.
You can only wish it was you there, when you enter the blue sky above your head.
The light now on your face, the music now gone from your ears
They remember you to carry on, They tell you you'll get over it.
They tell you not to dwell on the unreal for a change, otherwise you'll be stuck this time in there
And lost out here.
The buzzes die and the voice of an angel replaces them.
The thoughts from before are gone as the new ones come.
The voice on your ears sing about the hope you once gave up.
Your sealed lips now part in the middle to let the whispers tell you a new story.
Nostalgia fulfil your mind while you wait for your body to be taken away to the place you should be.
The rain pour in your skin bringing memories of an untoched reality, a life that was never yours to live, never yours to feel.
You can only wish it was you there, when you enter the blue sky above your head.
The light now on your face, the music now gone from your ears
They remember you to carry on, They tell you you'll get over it.
They tell you not to dwell on the unreal for a change, otherwise you'll be stuck this time in there
And lost out here.