Текст песни Monday Night - Native

Monday Night

Knuckles seeming white
Forlorn
Minutes sleeping on the dash
Idle mind abides
Days flow quicker living silenced
When dormance is unbroken
Flat lines awake the will to call
Walk in far off margins
No dot can sway this
Lace thoughts with codeine
Numb lines sooth briefly
Lace thoughts with codeine
Numb lines sooth briefly
Impose the question when white rooms have taken
It stays