Monday (Feat. Philip Strand)
I keep running, running back to
Running, running back to
Your blue eyes
They hunt me down, believe it's called the sign of the times
Oh my, my
Heart is splitting just like it's been cut by a knife
We flew as high as satellites
They left me paralyzed
Just like I'm no one to you
And it even rains in paradise
Made me wish for better times
Feel like a man on the moon
On a Monday, I can't let go
But then on Friday, I hit the solo
And come Sunday, where can I go?
I keep running, running back to
Running, running back to
On a Monday, I can't let go
But then on Friday, I hit the solo
And come Sunday, where can I go?
I keep running, running back to
Running, running back to you
(Back to, back to you)
Running, running back to
Running, running back to you
(I keep running back, running back)
I keep running, running back to
Running, running back to you
My heart strings
You play them like you know I'm coming over again
Oh, my brain
It's like a broken record, I keep letting you in, oh yeah
We flew as high as satellites
They left me paralyzed
Just like I'm no one to you
And it even rains in paradise
Made me wish for better times
Feel like a man on the moon
On a Monday, I can't let go
But then on Friday, I hit the solo
And come Sunday, where can I go?
I keep running, running back to
Running, running back to
On a Monday, I can't let go
But then on Friday, I hit the solo
And come Sunday, where can I go?
I keep running, running back to
Running, running back to you
(Back to, back to you)
Running, running back to
Running, running back to you
(I keep running back, running back)
I keep running, running back to
Running, running back to you
On a Monday, I can't let go
But then on Friday, I hit the solo
And come Sunday, where can I go?
I keep running, running back to
Running, running back to you
Running, running back to
Your blue eyes
They hunt me down, believe it's called the sign of the times
Oh my, my
Heart is splitting just like it's been cut by a knife
We flew as high as satellites
They left me paralyzed
Just like I'm no one to you
And it even rains in paradise
Made me wish for better times
Feel like a man on the moon
On a Monday, I can't let go
But then on Friday, I hit the solo
And come Sunday, where can I go?
I keep running, running back to
Running, running back to
On a Monday, I can't let go
But then on Friday, I hit the solo
And come Sunday, where can I go?
I keep running, running back to
Running, running back to you
(Back to, back to you)
Running, running back to
Running, running back to you
(I keep running back, running back)
I keep running, running back to
Running, running back to you
My heart strings
You play them like you know I'm coming over again
Oh, my brain
It's like a broken record, I keep letting you in, oh yeah
We flew as high as satellites
They left me paralyzed
Just like I'm no one to you
And it even rains in paradise
Made me wish for better times
Feel like a man on the moon
On a Monday, I can't let go
But then on Friday, I hit the solo
And come Sunday, where can I go?
I keep running, running back to
Running, running back to
On a Monday, I can't let go
But then on Friday, I hit the solo
And come Sunday, where can I go?
I keep running, running back to
Running, running back to you
(Back to, back to you)
Running, running back to
Running, running back to you
(I keep running back, running back)
I keep running, running back to
Running, running back to you
On a Monday, I can't let go
But then on Friday, I hit the solo
And come Sunday, where can I go?
I keep running, running back to
Running, running back to you
Credits
Writer(s): Jochem Fluitsma, Ramon F Wilde De, Eric J Van Tijn, Philip Johan Edvard Strand, Erwin A M Bie De, Marcus G A Adema
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