Lyrics and translation
Original
It's that time of the year where I start getting old.
There's traditions I try just to see what'll hold.
Have my heart on the line airing out with my clothes.
It's so easy to try, but it's harder to fold.
Darling, don't you give up on a Monday.
I wanna tell you I want you. You'll probably take it the wrong way.
God, I'm losing my grip on the runway.
I wanna get there with you now. Next time I'll take you the long way.
It's that time of the year where there's smoke in my bread.
I can cover it up with a joint and a meds.
If I zip up my coat, all the feathers will leak.
There's a hole in the down and a trick up my sleeve.
Darling, don't you give up on a Monday.
I wanna tell you I want you. You mighta took it the wrong way.
God,
I'm losing my grip on the runway.
I wanna get there with you now. Next time I'll take you the long way.
It's that time of the year where I put on my hat.
'Cause the light's getting strong and it's blocking my path.
When the water is warm, I can't help but unpack.
If I keep moving on, I'll forget the way back.
Darling, don't you give up on a Monday.
I wanna tell you I want you. You mighta took it the wrong way.
God, I'm losing my grip on the runway.
I wanna get there with you now. Next time I'll take you the long way.
Darling, don't you give up on a Monday. I wanna tell you I want you.
You mighta took it the wrong way.
God, I'm losing my grip on the runway. I wanna get there with you now.
I wanna take you the long way