Monsters

Sons and Daughters

Where did you come from? 
What have we started? 
Maybe I call you a liar 
Held in command 

Taken by hand 
Mistaking the words on the wire 
Take me down again 
Pull me down again 

Take me down and then a a a a a 
Don't go and ask your sick little questions
I can't find the cure for desire
If this continues

I'm saving myself 
By putting my hands in the fire 
What's natural and real 
Like monsters we 

Like banshees 
That's what we've become 
There's half a discussion and then we ask 
What kind of love we have 

You know where the door is
Can't give you myself 
Compassions just a word in a dictionary on your shelf 
Monogamy to you it seems is just black and blue 

All the best psychotic lovers ain't got nothing on you