Doors and 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
 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