Everything's neat and compact There's not much to shout about But winter is breaking inside of me Now life is so incomplete But you're one of the boys again But is that all you want to be? Now that you feel the weather Was it all in vain? Now that we're together We seem so alien Slowly descend from heaven Anyway we turn we win But how can you always be so sure? Night porters sleep on weekdays Living a lifetime too Walking away without a cure The noise on the stairs disturbs me Somebody walks my way But can you rely on everything I feel? Driving through endless buildings The desert is so serene But Mondays were never really my ideal