• It’s on a Monday that I'm dreaming
    And on a Tuesday that I fall
    For on Wednesday I am dying
    And by Thursday I am called

    My dreams have all but scattered
    When I fall I am most dead
    My heart is only shattered
    But all is in my head.

    The rejection of your voice
    From far across the room
    Leaves me gasping for a breath
    Before I breathe the gloom.

    By then I have reached Friday
    The day I lose myself
    If tears were gold that I’d collect
    I’d most surely have great wealth

    And so then Saturday comes along
    Standing for starvation
    I am deprived of many things
    But mainly of my nation

    Finally there is Sunday
    The last day I have to suffer
    That is, until Sunday ends
    And Monday begins another