A Month Of Mondays

A month of Mondays
Dressed in my waiting room
A year of red skies
And a cigarette at noon
Air tight, Berlin
Strobe lights, I'm giving in

Pop pop pop, popping my balloons
Pop pop pop pop, somethings going on
Pop pop pop, popping my balloons
Pop pop pop pop, somethings going on

Oh, lemme know, lemme know
If we're ever gonna know
Where we go, where we go
Are we burning out the love?
Are we burning out the love?
I'm automatic
Template for a different world
Tapped out emotions
I just wanna feel alive
Okay, "wonderland"
It's not about the air time, but touch down
I feel just like a tourist in a different time
I tell myself it's ok, that's alright

Pop pop pop, popping my balloons
Pop pop pop pop, somethings going on

Oh, lemme know, lemme know
If we're ever gonna know
Where we go, where we go
Are we burning out the love?
Are we burning out the love?

That's love it all rubs off
The touch is soft
Must not be tough
Mistake myself for someone else
My brain's all out of thoughts
Calendar's stuck
And eraser stopped
After what we started up
Couldn't have thought
There was more to drop
And it sure beats floating off
Help myself when it all sets sail
Will the news shake off
The balloons all pop
And I
Tell myself
That it is
All alright
As I dive
In the fire
Fire burned up and the love turns sour
It's all erased in our
Little race to acknowledge
Whatever makes us all
Wanna chase it while it
Waste away, devoured
Like a vase of flowers

Oh, lemme know, lemme know
If we're ever gonna know
Where we go, where we go
Are we burning out the love?
Are we burning out the love?

Oh, lemme know, lemme know
If we're ever gonna know
Where we go, where we go
Are we burning out the love?
Are we burning out the love?