Marigolds on Monday

Once I was an extraterrestrial being
I was nine years old
Traveling on spaceships
Interdimensionally
Skipping through time behind my grandmothers house

I was once a Cuckoo Bee
Space was where I went
When the sad times came I would invent
I was a Cuckoo Bee

Woke up with the sun
The moon was still there
I didn't want to look
But the sun didn't care

The storm had settled down into a Marigold
I found a missed call frozen on my phone
Grandpa was a worker bee
Tougher than the sun
When he pointed to the outside window
His battle finally done

It was a Sunday
Can you believe?
He chose a Sunday
Grandma was his queen

Oh, holy Sunday
Can you believe
Hallelujah
Grandpa was a king

It was a Sunday
Can you believe?
He chose a Sunday
Grandma was his queen

Oh, holy Sunday
Can you believe
Halleluja
Grandpa was a king

We ain't dead yet
But soon we'll be
He will be waiting
For you and me

We ain't dead yet
But soon we'll be
He will be waiting
For you and me



Credits
Writer(s): Cory Coffman
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