Charlie Lane - The Darkest Time

Текст песни

Mondays think of something new
Mondays I forget the blackest of blue
Mondays I stay up again
To make sure it’s true
Yeah, it’s true…
God, I hate Mondays
God, I hate Mondays
God, I hate Mondays
Oh, I wish you knew
You won’t remember
Yeah, you won’t remember
Cause I took your breath away
And this is the price I pay
Mondays make me starry-eyed and blue
Shake me up so I can not renew
Mondays I lay down in guilt
Cause I know that it’s true
Yeah it’s true
It’s true
It’s true
God I hate Mondays
Oh God I hate Mondays
God I hate Mondays
It’s the darkest time
But you won’t remember
You won’t remember
And is this the price I pay?
For loving you that way
And is this the price I pay?
For loving you that way?
And is this the price I pay?
For loving you that way?
God, I hate Mondays
God, I hate Mondays
God, I hate Mondays
Oh, I wish you knew
God I hate Mondays
Oh God I hate Mondays
God I hate Mondays
It’s the darkest time
No, you won’t remember
You won’t remember
It’s the darkest time
It’s the darkest time