Monday’s Last Veil

The radiator hissed all night

Now the gray is creeping through the pane

Got a cold mug in my hand

And a heavy kind of pain (mmm-hmmm)

There's a lock

on every door

And the clock

is ticking slow

Oh, this blue

Monday is closing in on me

Yeah, this blue

Monday won't let me be

Nowhere left to run

Nowhere left to hide

My boots are heavy on the floor

Every step feels like a mile

Nothing but a cold wind

Blowing down the center aisle (yeah)

Oh, this blue Monday is closing in on me

Yeah, this blue

Monday won't let me be

Nowhere left to run Nowhere left to hide