She may be young but she only likes old things.
The modern music it ain't to her taste
She loves the natural life, captured in black and white.
She see's mirages and mountain ranges.
Within the blink of her eyes it changes,
back to the open plaine. Oh no she can't explain.
I cry out love keep your arms around me.
I am the bird that's in need of grounding.
I'm built to fly away, I never learned how to say.

The night is going to fall and the vultures will surround
you. And when your looking in the mirror what you see
is going to astound you.

But all these lines and worries will find they are
the maps of our design of what began on the monday morning.

Monday morning, monday morning, ohhh, ohhh (X2)

The night is going to fall and the vultures will surround
you. And when your looking in the mirror what you see
is going to astound you.

But all these lines and worries will find they are
the maps of our design of what began on the monday morning.

Oh yes the night is going to fall and the vultures
will surround you. And when your looking in the mirror
what you see is going to astound you.

And while the glow of youth in time eludes
Is burning on inside of you
It all began on a monday morning