Married on a Monday

grace of timing, your baby-bump rising like the coming-up of the sun
we are the ones shining, taking turns, moving in
plates aligning, the mountains obliging too
send a message across time
we are the ones shining, a new generation moving in
married on a monday through the metal detector
come on eileen come on eileen
ask me if i do
i do
look behind you, the gaping horizon looms
calls your handywork obsolete
the sunset is dying, a new generation moving in
married on a monday through the metal detector
come on eileen come on eileen
ask me if i do
i do