The treetops sing like an angel's choir  My old sneakers swing from a telephone wire  Neon stutters in the window  Where you pawned your wings and hung up your halo    I used to think you were my religion  I bathed in your smile and your evangelism  A dime a dozen, one in a million  I guess my prayers couldn't change your decision    Goodbye, blue Monday    You're a red balloon, I got nowhere to be  But I gotta stick around in this field of your gravity  Lift me up, lift me up and take me home  You can't measure the sky and call it your own    I'm a satellite in your solar system  Orbit inside this perfect collision  A dime a dozen, one in a million  I guess my sign couldn't change your decision    Goodbye, blue Monday    It's alright now honey  It's not like we're makin' a break  You've become a part of me  Like every good mistake I ever made    You fell in love with your ambition  White noise lies on the television  A dime a dozen, one in a million  I guess my vote couldn't change your decision    Goodbye, blue Monday