Doors and Windows - Bearfoot

Both you and I know that this monster is no longer sleeping

His dark eyes lend no light, so the moon will suffice until morning

When morning comes he will vanish, take with him your body

If you beg on your knees, he might have mercy and give you your freedom

Children running through meadows, playing catch with the leaves that are falling

They have fallen from branches that are weak from the tears they are weeping

They weep rivers that run through our souls, and we drink when we feel we are

empty

And when we drank our fill, we will cut them all down, have them buried

When the old ones aren’t crying, they’ll be laughing as we lie there sleeping

Breathing air that’s been tainted by the breath of the lies we’re believing

We’ll leave paths that have been walked before, but weave our own tapestries

and hang them in doors and in windows

Doors and in windows

Both you and I know that this monster is no longer sleeping

His dark eyes lend no light, so the moon will suffice until morning

When morning comes he will vanish, take with him your body

If you beg on your knees he might have mercy and give you your freedom