(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