Mundane Stories

Last week went running through the grapevine

Last week I walked out in the hills

Yeah, on a Sunday in my dream land

I had to slaughter all the lamb

And all the people work all day

They stop to watch me laugh at them

They don't hurt me, they're just signals

To which my brain would [?]

Call me up for Monday stories

(She came back with a kiss)

Along the precipice of nature

That we can use a rope to [?]

Although we figured out we're foolish

No one tells us that we can't

And all six corners of my bedroom

Can't hold a view from windows [?]

I'm not the only onе who reads them

Call me up for Monday storiеs

(Then she woke up with a kiss)

Call me up for Monday stories

(She woke up with a kiss)