get beneath the bed it's another attack
but when the monster turned man, you don't know how to react
and daddy named it the singing bridge in memory of the ghosts that lived here
my timing could not have been better,
she cried
although she's gone
although its over
a memory hangs on
a memory
as the dust settles and the smoke is rising
up about the clouds a dove is crying
I leave a trail of copper faces all around the town in different places
I'd like to think that they'll be happy
Or try
although she's gone
although its over
a memory hangs on
a memory
