Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along. When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on) if you feel like letting go, (hold on) when you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on.

Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends. Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand. If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone.

If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long, when you think you've had too much of this life to hang on. Well, everybody hurts sometimes, everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes. And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on...

Everybody hurts. You are not alone.

And that was my song for the day.

The week will start proper. It's time to kick off the little grey cells and make them red again. Red as blood, violent like thunder and juicy like oranges.

Why oranges? Just because I saw some and I want some.

But my favourite fruit is the mango. Gimme mangoes anytime. Anytime.

Do I ever cross your mind, anytime?