and me See the birds in the sea People on the streets Do whatever we please But every Monday morning comes Every Monday morning, yeah Oh every Monday morning comes Every Monday morning
morning Morning, it's morning Morning, it's morning again And all around this cardboard town The cops are crawling The sirens scream and break your dreams It's morning
Перевод: Замша. Каждый понедельник утро наступает.
: Stephanie stares at the posters on the wall Tina sits and waits for a telephone call Maxine mixes alcohol with polythene and paint Sylvia stays in
: I see you in my life I see you on the screen An ascending socialite Orbiting the scene And everybody wants you now Everybody wants to be a part of
: It's the way you pick your clothes off the floor It's the way you scratch your skin when you yawn It's the t-shirts that you choose like you're in
: Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, check it out! Street life into the night with the syncopated melodies Street
: You say what you want to say Your diamonds are drops of rain Your smile is your credit card And your currency is your love And the morning is for
: Is it my imagination or is that a cardboard sky? Is it just this situation that's made me lose my mind? I don't need you to be sorry I just wanted
: Come out tonight in the puddles Splash some love across the sky Just you and I bursting bubbles As the sky is about to cry When the rain falls There
: We sit in silence A marriage license Is all you know All you know, all you know We sit and chew gum Watch television And you know And you know, and
: Will you be my lover? Will you be the one? Will you be like no other? For how long? Oh yes I'll be your wild flower Grown through the concrete And
: Doo doo doo, doo doo doo Doo doo doo Oh, well you might have some conversation Smashed in a bar Clocking all of the disco dolls that blind you Or
: You belong among the wild flowers picked at the side of the road, You belong among the silent hours and broken telephones, You belong among the TV
: A strange relationship has started A strange relationship indeed It's like a watercolour forming Between the pages of a dream And it's calling you
