Montague Terrace (In Blue)

[Verse 1]
The little clock stopped ticking now
We're swallowed in the stomached rue
The only sound to tear the night
Comes from the man upstairs
His bloated belching figure stomps
He may crash through the ceiling soon
The window sees trees cry from cold
And claw the moon

[Chorus]
But we know, don't we?
And we'll dream, won't we?
Of Montague Terrace in blue

[Verse 2]
The girl across the hall makes love
Her thoughts lay cold like shattered stone
Her thighs are full of tales to tell
Of all the nights she's known
Your eyes ignite like cold blue fire
The scent of secrets everywhere
A fist filled with illusions
Clutches all our cares

[Chorus]
But we know, don't we
And we'll dream, won't we?
Of Montague Terrace in blue
All in blue