Native - Monday Night lyrics

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