Monsters

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 --- Monsters - Sons and Daughters