Monday Morning

I don't care If it's saturday night Or monday morning Under the plastic sky I fell asleep With the radio on I started dreaming You were in every song And i don't care If you were yellow or red Standing very tall On your feather bed You're falling apart With your best clothes on Listen to the music You're in every song Drifting through de night Whatever you're thinking of me You're probably right Give me one song So small Surely only you can see Whoever you're waking up with now You still want me And are you trying to dance Underneath the sea Moving slowly Coming up to me What in the world Could make you really feel You think it's made of plastic I think it might be me Really not to fight Whatever you're thinking of me You're probably right Tell me one song So small Surely you can see Whoever you're waking up with now You still love me And i felt so far Across the stories I Whatever you're thinking of me You're probably right