Monsters Lyrics

Monsters in the night

Riddles in the dark

Who’d have thought such empty things

Could constitute great art

Staring at the ceiling

Scratching at the walls

Ive not known much

And doubt I’ll ever

Know that much at all.

But what I know I’ll keep

In a secret space behind

The bricks I’ve laid with debts unpaid

A place that you won’t find

And one day we will burn

Your house down to the ground

And from the endless dark of night

You will not hear a sound

Except the hum of insects

Their busy limbs thrum through

All the smog-laced fog of autumn’s

Warming breath and dew

But love will be the answer

I’ll listen for its call

I’ll listen for its whisper

It’s voice too still and small

Monsters in the dark

Riddles from the night

I’ll not know friend from foe it seems

But still know wrong from right