Monica's Harmonica from Yesterday's Misadventures by the james clark institute

I’m up here on the window ledge and I’m waiting for the solar eclipse
To be dreadfully honest I’ve been in the dark ever since we kissed
And I’m looking for adjectives I cannot find
They won’t touch these swollen lips or come to my broken mind
And my ears only want to hear Monica’s harmonica

I’m down here in his dungeon and I cannot wash my hands enough
Thought I was immune to his insanity but still I just scrub and scrub
My eyes roll back while my mouth gets dry
I have a head full of ideas but no idea why
Because my ears only want to hear Monica’s harmonica

Monica plays oh so sweet
Monica says she’d like to meet
Under the stars
And to come as I are

I’m out here on a limb hanging by the proverbial thread
I threw precaution to the wind and repercussions under my bed
She needed to feel what I heard in her touch
So I held her near and it was far too much
Then my ears only had to hear Monica’s harmonica.

Monica plays oh so sweet
Monica says she’d like to meet
Under the stairs
And to come if I dare

Monica and her harmonica
It’s Monica just because

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