One voice inside to another says "I've got
More problems than us both". But that's
So sick to call life a problem that has it's needs
And needs to be solved. she thinks it over
While her satin black mane waves perfectly
Over one eye. she sits cross-legged doubled
Over as if she's clutching a child waiting to die.
Is it worth it? If you want to find peace at the
End of the road I promise I'll be there. Her
Heart has no bearing a weak sense of
Directions and things take too long to register.
Listen to regrets, at long last she's released
His love. And the front door haunts her.
Lyrics taken from http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/m/monday_in_london/end_of_the_line.html