Last week went running through the grapevine Last week I walked out in the hills Yeah, on a Sunday in my dream land I had to slaughter all the lamb And all the people work all day They stop to watch me laugh at them They don’t hurt me, they’re just signals To which my brain would [?]
Call me up for Monday stories (She came back with a kiss)
Along the precipice of nature That we can use a rope to [?] Although we figured out we’re foolish No one tells us that we can’t And all six corners of my bedroom Can’t hold a view from windows [?] I’m not the only one who reads them
Call me up for Monday stories (Then she woke up with a kiss)
Call me up for Monday stories (She woke up with a kiss)