Sunday morning when all the birds fly

Leaves were falling we thought we heard them slide

Sunday's mourning for other days will come

Send a warning to all the birds that fly

So they will hide from their moment of decay

Loving you is freedom

It brightens up my soul

Love came right above us

You cast away the coldest night

You cast away the light

Lust and ache burnt inside this sun

Won't you stay will Monday make you go

Will Monday make me go

To carry on with every scar with every turn I take

I let us think we're strong

Till Monday lead you home

Loving you was freedom

It's burning down my soul

Love came right above us

You cast away the coldest night

You cast away the light

Lust and ache the ceiling filled with light

Now all the birds go by

Their wings they tie

For their moment of decay