I woke up again, this time from a nightmare
That had replaced the sweet dream I'd had
I wasn't afraid, didn't think this ain't fair
'Cause I knew in the end I wouldn't feel too bad
There was no understanding, rather just accepting
Nothing could be done, oh how much I was grieving
But after one week my life didn't feel like struggling
Three weeks gone, I felt like nothing
Was there a reason for the way things went?
You never answered the message I sent
But is it a shame, who's to blame?
It's how the Mondays came
Far away from home, in the land of olive oil
I found new people, oh, what a time so sweet
There was the cursing girl and the patriot boy
And with the singer I sang Domino in the street
One girl said that she was really eighteen
I laughed with her and she laughed with me
It was the saddest goodbye I had ever seen
I didn't even know how much time it would be
But is there a reason why we ever met?
Your company was like a fishing net
But is it a shame, tell me, who's to blame?
It's how the Mondays came
Now I've listened to the love songs Bob Dylan wrote
You are not Sara, you are not Isis
But it doesn't hurt me to see you down the road
'Cause I went through things I surely don't miss
Is there a reason for the way things go?
I have to admit, I really don't know
But is it a shame, now, who's to blame?
It's how the Mondays came
Is it a shame, tell me, who's to blame?
It's how the Mondays came