Lyrics

Monsters in a basement see them sharpening their switchblades.
Phoenix with a razor and a bandit with his blockade.
Hand gun in an attic we're just following an old game.
Running down the hallway and hiding in a bed frame.
Shadows in a graveyard while you're digging up a new grave.
Virtues from the pathway but vices from the promenade.
Whispers up a stairwell telling secrets through the front gate.
Running down the hallway and hiding in a bed frame.
Bending all the letters, sneak a peek what'd she fall for?
Gather all the pieces, roll the dice for the world war.
Tapping every window, open screens and a locked drawer.
Crowning the achievers, passed up candles and a folklore.
We should have stayed behind the bedroom door. You should have stayed behind too.
When I look outside I see your clothes and all the miles you left to die but beating on the hearts of old there's just a thought, a way back home.
When I look outside I see your clothes and all the miles you left to die but beating on the hearts of old we stood just watching you go.