Every day, every day, every day, every day, though I’ve been giving it my best
Every day, every day, every day, every day, when nothing changes at all
Can I still carry on loving it ?
Another rainy day Alone, I fell off my rusty bike and landed on the streets
The anarchist rushes past without a single glance
A cat gives me the stink eye Forever demanding love from everyone and everywhere
The haughty realist says, “I’ll pass on this insipid chow”
Horrified Monday, misfit Tuesday, fever-stricken Wednesday, tangled Thursday
Friday, Saturday and Sunday aren’t even worth a mention
You’re the only one I hope won’t disappear, darling. We’ll embrace until we explode, so crazy
These days are much too long to dance them away on my own
Start running away as far as possible, rainy. Throw away as much as you can, icy
If shining bright is all that matters, this world is all too dark
I stare steadily at my hands Well, they appeared considerably hazier than I recalled
“Slightly strange” laughs the therapist
Is it meaningless? Ridiculous? Is it passé?
Just a huge waste of time? Guda Guda Guda Guda Guda
I know, you shitty dimwit, This is my everyday life
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday Heigh-ho
It’s only you I want by my side, lady. Wrapped around each other until we’re scorched, so groovy
Though it would take half an eternity for us to make the most of our daily lives together
We’ll start running as fast as possible, breathing. And pray a little, baby
If you’re rolling on the floor in desperation, the Magic of Seven Shades could be of use
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Every day, every day, every day, every day, though I’ve been giving it my best
Every day, every day, every day, every day, when nothing changes at all
When nothing changes despite giving it my best – my everyday life
Can I still carry on loving it?