Monday Blues to whom to who
Once more you're a memory,
a complete enigma.
Falling from the sky it's heavenly,
your face is everywhere I go.
Lost in a trance of something I wouldn't know,
you're headed towards oblivion.
Don't speak, don't go.
you and her are no more.
Clicking heels wishing to go home,
you are half of a yellow sun.
Come home, come home,
the lights will find you wherever you go.
If you encounter a cotton candy sky
and silver clouds,
I hope you think of
me.
With cotton filled mouths
and silver stars,
we used to
be.
You
and I,
are no more.
There is no enigma.