Monday Afternoon

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