Johan Forslund

I'm in an empty room
I've waited here since noon
The walls are closing in
The room is getting dim
I'm feeling something wrong
But time is getting on
You've left me here alone
You're holding all I own

It's getting dark outside
I shrink and try to hide
There's no one else to blame
It's always been the same
I'm leaving notes around
So when I'm gone they're found
You'll wish you treated me
With much more dignity

I can't walk the line
I can't see the time
I'm falling out of view
I'm sinking into you

I'm leaving Monday
It's better than Sunday
I'm feeling younger
It's better than wiser


Better than Sunday
by Ladyhawke