Monday night
I still try to sleep
Lights are cold
From shocked windows on the street

And rime frost glows
Like crystals blown from the mouth that breathes

My eyes are blue
The night is too
We're lost
In space

It's a rocket life
On an open sky
It's alright
We go down sometimes

Tell myself that it's easy
Not gonna leave
It's somewhere you feel it
Slowly eating

Monday night
Angels rise from the sewer
Call no curl
Trust in my baby, fly

The morning light
Is a white lie smile
In my own black pile

My eyes are green
Like autumn leaves
Once was
On the pretty trees

It's a rocket life
On an open sky
No-one
Saw me abide

Tell myself that it's easy
Not gonna leave
It's somewhere you feel it
Slowly eating

I went to church
The Sunday mass
I wash my hands
I'm just a man

It's still the sunshine to my cause
Is it monastery for thoughts

[?] It's still the sunshine to my cause
Is it monastery for thoughts