She maybe young be she only likes old things, and modern music and it ain't to her taste
She loves the natural light, captured in black and white
She sees mirages of mountain ranges, within a blink of her eyes it changes
Back to the open plain, oh no she can't explain
Verse 2: use verse 1 chords
I cried how love keep your arms around me, I am a bird that's in need of grounding
And night is gonna fall and the vultures will surround you
And when your looking in the mirror what you see is goin' astound you
But all these lines and greys refine, they are the maps of our design
Of what began on a monday morning
Monday morning, monday morning, Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh
Monday morning, monday morning, Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh
Chorus 2: use chorus 1 chords