Pour les oiseaux

If monday I could come around
Then tuesday we would change
Wednesday we can't leave the house
And thursday it rained

Friday is when the season starts
And saturday was great
And sunday is a sunday
Is a sunday

There's always something on my mind
There's always something on my mind
That is not there

I hope these walls won't break your bones
I hope this world won't make you crack
When you fell in love with the paper planes
When you fell in love with the pedestrian ways
And her coffee stains

There's always something on my mind
There's always something on my mind
That is not there

So you sang above the blue machines
And you sang above the green machines
And now I sing about you

Cause you are always on my mind
You are always on my mind
But I am not there

Yes you are always on my mind
You are always on my mind
But I am not