monday morning and i’m waking
i push the fishbowl
now it’s making it’s way to the ground
monday afternoon i’m clear
all that’s far away is near

monday evening and i’m crying
far to fall when you’ve been 
flying so close to the sun
monday night the fuses blow
it seems i’ll have to let you go

too high to see
a world of color, now blue and green
too high to see
chew up the details and life can be a dream

tuesday morning and i’m shaking
the spark’s a fire now 
the truth takes the bull by the horns
tuesday afternoon i roam
a hero’s got to have a home

tuesday evening i let go
i watch the worlds collide
and smile as the fishbowl explodes
tuesday night i’m all alone
you have to die to be full grown
and i can see the bones

who would i be if i left it all behind
what will i see when i peel away my mind
the truth speaks slowly, my thoughts go rushing past
i reach to touch my soul, but the drugs kick in at last

wednesday morning and i’m aching
the cracks are putty-filled 
i splinter when breaking apart
wednesday morning the fire’s gone out
they took the certain and left the doubt

too high to see
no one i think is in my tree
too high to see
there’s all of you and all of me

too high to see 
too high to see

too high to see
the world falls back to shades of grey