(freeman/hughes)



I used to be lunatic

From the gracious days

I used to be woebegone

And so restless nights

My aching heart would bleed

For you to see

Oh but now...

(i don't find myself bouncing home whistling

Buttonhole tunes to make me cry)



No more "i love you's"

The language is leaving me

No more "i love you's"

Changes are shifting outside the word



(the lover speaks about the monsters)



I used to have demons in my room at night

Desire,despair,desire,so many monsters

Oh but now...

(i don't find myself bouncing home whistling

Buttonhole tunes to make me cry)



*no more "i love you's"

The language is leaving me

No more "i love you's"

The language is leaving me in silence

No more "i love you's"

Changes are shifting outside the word



They were being really crazy

They were on the come.

And you know what mammy?

Everybody was being really crazy. uh huh.

The monsters are crazy.

There are monsters outsides.



(repeat*)



Outside the word


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