Monsters
'Cause things always come, and things always go,
Surprised in a year, feeling I won't be woke (?)
'Cause things always come, and things always go,
It's just like my mother, she told me so.
The things I forgot, so just let them rest,
And you're still a child, you don't know what's best,
And when it is dark, I will come to find you,
Wait as you watch the water surround you.
Monsters, they're monsters, pretend to be friends,
Monsters, they're monsters, they hide in my bed
Monsters, those monsters pretend to be friends
Monsters, those monsters hide under my bed
And you are the cold when I am alone
I stop making sense of what isn't there
And I am a garden in this fire,
And please hold me close and don't let me go.
Monsters, them monsters pretend to be friends,
Monsters, them monsters, they hide in my bed,
Monsters, those monsters pretend to be friends,
Monsters, those monsters hide under my bed.
Monster, they're monsters, they fuck with my head.
Monsters, them monsters, they want to be fed.
Monsters, those monsters, off with their heads.
Monsters, them monsters, I'll sleep when they're dead.
Surprised in a year, feeling I won't be woke (?)
'Cause things always come, and things always go,
It's just like my mother, she told me so.
The things I forgot, so just let them rest,
And you're still a child, you don't know what's best,
And when it is dark, I will come to find you,
Wait as you watch the water surround you.
Monsters, they're monsters, pretend to be friends,
Monsters, they're monsters, they hide in my bed
Monsters, those monsters pretend to be friends
Monsters, those monsters hide under my bed
And you are the cold when I am alone
I stop making sense of what isn't there
And I am a garden in this fire,
And please hold me close and don't let me go.
Monsters, them monsters pretend to be friends,
Monsters, them monsters, they hide in my bed,
Monsters, those monsters pretend to be friends,
Monsters, those monsters hide under my bed.
Monster, they're monsters, they fuck with my head.
Monsters, them monsters, they want to be fed.
Monsters, those monsters, off with their heads.
Monsters, them monsters, I'll sleep when they're dead.
Credits
Writer(s): Thelma Plumbe, Andrew Lowden
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.