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 all of youth inside the rooms that squirming on?) inside of you it all began on the monday morning.