Lyrics

Wakes on a Monday, staring at the wall
Tired of, tired of it all
Tidies up the bedroom for the seventh time
It's comfortable, it's ritual, it's fine

La la la la la la. This too shall fade.

The road's familiar, she could drive it in her sleep
Maybe she will
Should be familiar to most anyone, believe until you break
Then brake for the thrill

And I feel it - we're stuck in this life
I feel it - we're twisting the knife

Wake every Monday, staring at the wall
Tired of, tired of it all

So I submit to your insistence on the path of least resistance
I'll do everything I can to keep my face behind my hands
This too shall fade