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• Artiste: Marika Hackman
• Titre: Monday Afternoon
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I have no head The forest floor is my bed The leaves that fall I use as a blanket For my bones are as cold as lead The weight of all those hungry mouths The things they said I have no eyes The forest floor I despise But I will not be gone in the morning I will lie, still here I will lie You said to meet at the edge of the trees On a Monday afternoon I waited till noon Lay on your back, breathe it in The sickly sweet of my rotting skin But you followed the road And it was just our dust, just our dust The trace of your steps Leads right to where I took my breath For the last time, it lingers forever As a ghost of where we last met The stars were not so brave to show What they don't know Lay on your back, breathe it in The sickly sweet of my rotting skin But you followed the road And it was just our dust, just our dust Lay on your back, breathe it in The sickly sweet of my rotting skin But you followed the road And it was just our dust, just our dust Standing there in the frosty air I knew our time had come And you followed the road And it was just our dust, just our dust Just our dust I feel no pain The blood is frozen in my veins And although you were here in the morning My skin was cold before you came My skin was cold before you came