Mona

But can't stop it melting away
If we give it a while
It'll soon turn to hate

And when time is your healer you're racing against your decay

Your image remains
No matter what anyone does
Your paper-thin ways
Still enrapturing us

When time is your healer things change, sometimes they change too much
And all that is left is a smile we can no longer trust

Give it five centuries or more
You'll be frowning at us as we try to make sense of it all
Hear Mona call

For all of your charms
All of our plans remain foiled
You'll fold back your arms
After lighting the oil

When time is your healer you can't be too sure what's to come
What starts with a smile might just end up as something less fun

Give it five centuries or more
You'll be frowning at us while too busy trying to keep score
Give it five centuries or more
You'll be scowling at us as we try to make sense of it all
Hear Mona call