Holiday

Take the shade off your face, let me see your eyes
I can’t help myself but think about the future of a life
In this wishing well, in this spell I’m under with you
I keep trying to find little islands to swim to far away
It’s my Monday morning blue
A tidal wave made its way into my room
Its fingers reached for me, and I reached for you
But you weren’t anywhere to be seen
I can’t recall at all, how the dream decayed
That’s my Monday morning blue
That’s my Monday morning blue
But I’ll see you on a Saturday
I heard there’ll be people on holiday
That’s my Monday morning
That’s my Monday morning
That’s my Monday morning blue
Blue