Dreams of the things she's read
(Oh, yes it is)
Of the monsters in her bed
The dust collects as scattered ash from an urn unturned
Spilling over someone regular and other such regulars
Now whisper tall tales of murder
Interprets the law as aging with its eyesight failing
(So sit across the table, feed me some lies)
Agree with each other
In a familiar place regular people
Eyes unclosed like books we've read twice
Cry ghost and boast of the friend of a friend
Oh, sitting across, telling stories
Dreams of the things she read
Somebody's, somebody's little girl
Interprets the law as aging with its eyesight failing
Interprets the law as aging with its eyesight failing
Somebody's little girl
Somebody's little girl
Agree with each other in smoke signals
The law is aging
Down the street half a block and
Dreams of the things she read
So on the shelves lined with spines
So cry ghost baby
Down the street half a block away
In a familiar place regular people
Who saw a strange sight or heard a strange sound
Brought together to burn, brought together to burn
Of the monsters in her bed
Agree with each other in smoke signals
Who hacked her to blood-meat
