4 December 2012
Monday morning, sitting in her living room, And the radio is playing all her favourite songs. Maybe we will never know, Exactly where she should belong.
Turns her mind off, slips into another dream. Where all she knows is, this has gone on far too long. Maybe we will never know, Exactly where she should belong.
Say that we got it wrong. We'll never know the right from wrong. Say that we got it wrong. She's not alone, But she's needing someone strong.
What can we do to help you on? When you know the love has gone. What can we do to help you on? When you know the love has gone.
Monday Morning • Opuss № I