on monday afternoon i wonderd around
searched for some meaning to my life
took a hard breath and looked above
like someone suposed to be there

in your arm some lonesome day
i'll wait for you there... alone

wounded is my heart
thrown in a tomb
red flowers on my coffen
linger on for your kiss

a bottle of vodka still lies in my head
the sun has no asscuss for kicking my back

on some other monday afternoon
i asked myself
where should i go
what should i do

i don't understand who this man
stands in my face do what i do
realise i'm loosing myself
maybe my image has reflected on the store shield

i tried to hide but the word couldent come out
i wanna be inside of you
know that for ever i tried but it wouldn't come

the words have no minings anymore
only strange fillings i held inside...