歌词
Monday arrived exactly when she said she would
Sent a wide-eyed sun to find
some signs of life inside my bed
Tuesday's on fire
Pulled up the socks and watched the clock
and swore that she would never follow suit
I used to chase the hours, hour upon hour
Craving merit, craving credit
wishing I was only new
But suddenly I'm not so easily led
Let the winds blow right over your head
I'm in the mood for stories
So let the days grow old (repeat)
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