Monday Afternoon

by Marika Hackman

Marika Louise Hackman (born 17 February 1992) is an English vocalist, multi-instrumentalist and songwriter. She is considered to fall with the English-folk genre, and is noted for her dark, melancholic lyrics. As of 2017, Hackman has released three albums: a shorter release, That Iron Taste in 2013…




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 until the moon

Lay on your back, breathe it in
The sickly sweet of my rotting skin
And 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
And 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
And 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

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

Written by: MARIKA LOUISE HACKMAN

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