One year like any old other year
In a week like any week
Monday lying down
Half Asleep
People doing what people do
Loving, working and getting through
No portraits on the walls
Of Seventh Avenue
Then Tuesday came and went
Like a helicopter overhead
The Letter that she left
Cold Addressed in Red
Tuesday Came and went
One one September when
will she come again
The thing about memories
They're sure and bound to fade
Except for the stolen souls
Left upon her blade
Is Monday coming back
That's what Mondays do
They Turn and Turn around
Afraid to see it through
Tuesday came and went
Like a helicopter overhead
The Letter that she left
Cold Addressed in Red
Tuesday Came and went one
One September
When will she come again
Tuesday Came and went one
One September, When?
Cold and dressed in red
How could I forget
Tuesday Came and went
Like a Helicopter overhead
Will she come again
最是普通的一年
最是普通的一周
周一姗姗来迟
半睡半醒之间
人们各司其职
相爱，工作，经历一切
墙上没有涂鸦
在第七大道上
周二降临然后离去
一如头顶直升飞机
她离别时留下的那封信件
被套进红信封冷冷投递
周二降临然后离去
又是一个九月
伊人何时归来
旧事之记忆
虽历历在目，却注定褪
除了那被盗走的灵魂
依旧驻留在叶片之上give me five 歌词
周一是否还会回来
那是它必经的归途
他们原地转来转去
害怕看见它的流逝
周二降临然后离去
一如头顶直升飞机
她离别时留下的那封信件
被套进红信封冷冷投递
周二降临然后离去
又是一个九月
伊人何时归来
周二降临然后离去
何时又是一个九月？
被套进红信封冷冷投递
我怎么能够忘记
周二降临然后离去
一如头顶直升飞机
她还会回来吗