Of Peace, Quiet And Monsters – Dan Andriano In The Emergency Room
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There’s a monster at the bottom I guess for now he’s well fed We ain’t seen him in a while Guess he does most of his work While the rest of us are safe in our beds
He’s summered in the deepest oceans He’s wintered on a sandy beach They all once tried to keep him grounded So he preyed like a god From the world’s highest peak
You can always find quiet But you can’t really ever find peace If you can’t filter the breath between the lies that you speak Hear the back of the beetle As he breaks at your feet Are you as sorry now as the tide When she came and washed out your streets She washed them out clean
There was a ghost there in that red house He never burned out any lights He never slammed a door Or crossed a creaky board among the floor He just wanted for once to sleep at night
One day he had to up and leave there He couldn’t take the drawn out fights He even caught the nasty thoughts never spoken But so spiritless and mean How they echoed among their lives
So, if you see those so called demons Don’t bother saying I said hi I think they both know where to find me I think I’ve stared at them both dead in their eyes I may just see them in some time now Our crooked paths could easily cross Or wind forever in a lonelier direction As there ain’t a lot of fight left in damaged souls like us
See, you can always find quiet But you can’t really ever find peace If you can’t filter the breath between the lies that you speak Hear the back of the beetle As he breaks at your feet Are you as sorry now as the tide When she came and washed out your streets She washed them out clean