Lyrics

Over mountain ridges to the foothills down below What campaigns in you that make you put on such a show? Can you get your head around the thought of letting go? I'm not sure I know that We're the same way in a bad way, not a good way But it's no worse now than somedays Really glum days, sorry Sundays with another week to go It's time [?], I swear I am That's where I need to be What sustains you from the inside when all else turns to steam? Can you get your head around the thought of letting go? I'm not sure I know that We're the same way in a bad way, not a good way But it's no worse now than somedays Really glum days, aching Mondays with another week to go We're the same way in a bad way, not a good way But it's no worse now than somedays Really glum days, sorry Sundays with another week to go We're the same, we're the same We're the same, we're the same