Monica
She is sitting on the window ledge
Barefoot, shorts, right on the edge
A black dog running back and forth
Yellow walls, some guy from the north
Seemingly strong, seemingly weak
Seemingly smart, spontaneous chic
Seemingly bright, seemingly rich
Seemingly clean like her jeans after bleach
Seemingly stylish, seemingly bright
Seemingly won't give up a fight
Withered by time, withered by youth
Withered by omens of telling her truth
Somewhere right between
The moonlight and the pain
Somewhere right between
Her burrow and the acid rain
Weaving the feeling
That everything's in vain
Monica is polishing her chain
Struggling to stand, struggling to work
Struggling to bake, struggling to perk
Struggling to love, struggling to hate
Struggling to live, struggling with weight
Struggling to touch, struggling to move
Struggling to clean, struggling with groove
Hassled by faith, she's so designed
Hassled by everything left behind
Somewhere right between
The moonlight and the pain
Somewhere right between
Her burrow and the acid rain
Weaving the feeling
That everything's in vain
Monica is polishing her chain
Barefoot, shorts, right on the edge
A black dog running back and forth
Yellow walls, some guy from the north
Seemingly strong, seemingly weak
Seemingly smart, spontaneous chic
Seemingly bright, seemingly rich
Seemingly clean like her jeans after bleach
Seemingly stylish, seemingly bright
Seemingly won't give up a fight
Withered by time, withered by youth
Withered by omens of telling her truth
Somewhere right between
The moonlight and the pain
Somewhere right between
Her burrow and the acid rain
Weaving the feeling
That everything's in vain
Monica is polishing her chain
Struggling to stand, struggling to work
Struggling to bake, struggling to perk
Struggling to love, struggling to hate
Struggling to live, struggling with weight
Struggling to touch, struggling to move
Struggling to clean, struggling with groove
Hassled by faith, she's so designed
Hassled by everything left behind
Somewhere right between
The moonlight and the pain
Somewhere right between
Her burrow and the acid rain
Weaving the feeling
That everything's in vain
Monica is polishing her chain
Credits
Writer(s): Pini Gurfil
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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