Where The Creature Lies
Tiny shadows in tiny houses
With moving parts, she now espouses
Stuck to the wall to move an eye
And I shelter inside
Where the creature lies
Blue shirt, blue eyes
A blank face guarding moveable features
Small and shy
A quiet lie that rises up to greet yours
Now we're running down the corridor
Cause there's nobody home but there's a figure at the door
And it's over
We're getting older
Eight arms and legs, the glass reflects, over and over
It's growing still but it softens yet
Stuck to the wall to move an eye
And I shelter inside
Where the creature lies
Blue shirt, blue eyes
A blank face guarding moveable features
Small and shy
A quiet lie that rises up to greet yours
Now we're running down the corridor
Cause there's nobody home but there's a figure at the door
And it's over
We're getting so cold
Blue shirt, blue eyes
A blank face guarding moveable features
Small and shy
A quiet lie that rises to receive yours
Now we're running down the corridor
Cause there's nobody home but there's a figure at the door
And it's over
We're getting older
Blue shirt, blue eyes
A blank face guarding moveable features
Small and shy
A quiet lie that rises to deceive yours
With moving parts, she now espouses
Stuck to the wall to move an eye
And I shelter inside
Where the creature lies
Blue shirt, blue eyes
A blank face guarding moveable features
Small and shy
A quiet lie that rises up to greet yours
Now we're running down the corridor
Cause there's nobody home but there's a figure at the door
And it's over
We're getting older
Eight arms and legs, the glass reflects, over and over
It's growing still but it softens yet
Stuck to the wall to move an eye
And I shelter inside
Where the creature lies
Blue shirt, blue eyes
A blank face guarding moveable features
Small and shy
A quiet lie that rises up to greet yours
Now we're running down the corridor
Cause there's nobody home but there's a figure at the door
And it's over
We're getting so cold
Blue shirt, blue eyes
A blank face guarding moveable features
Small and shy
A quiet lie that rises to receive yours
Now we're running down the corridor
Cause there's nobody home but there's a figure at the door
And it's over
We're getting older
Blue shirt, blue eyes
A blank face guarding moveable features
Small and shy
A quiet lie that rises to deceive yours
Credits
Writer(s): Laura Currie
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