Artist: Rialto
Title: Monday Morning
*Cleric's Work*
At eight o'clock we said good-bye,
that's when I left her house for mine.
She said that she'd be staying in,
well she had to be at work by nine.
So I get home and have a bath,
and let an hour or two pass,
drifting in front of my T.V.,
when a film comes on that she wants to see.
It's Monday morning 5:19
and I'm still wondering where she's been,
cos everytime I try to call
I just get her machine.
And now it's almost six a.m.
and I don't want to try again,
cos if she's still not back then this must be the end.
At first I guess she's gone to get
herself a pack of cigarettes,
a pint of milk, food for the cat,
but it's midnight now and she's still not back.
It's Monday morning 5:19
and I'm still wondering where she's been,
cos everytime I try to call
I just get her machine.
And now it's almost six a.m.
and I don't want to try again,
cos if she's still not back then this must be the end.
At half past two I picture her
in the back of someone else's car.
He runs his fingers through her hair,
oh you shouldn't let him touch you there.
It's Monday morning 5:19
and I'm still wondering where she's been,
cos everytime I try to call
I just get her machine.
And now it's almost six a.m.
and I don't want to try again,
cos if she's still not back then this must be the end.
*Cleric's Work*
*Cleric's Work*