There's a monster at the bottom

I guess for now he's well fed

We ain't seen him in a while

Guess he does most of his work

While the rest of us are safe in our beds

He's summered in the deepest oceans

He's wintered on a sandy beach

They all once tried to keep him grounded

So he preyed like a god

From the world's highest peak

You can always find quiet

But you can't really ever find peace

If you can't filter the breath between

The lies that you speak

Hear the back of the beetle

As he breaks at your feet

Are you as sorry now as the tide

When she came and washed out your streets

She washed them out clean

There was a ghost there in that red house

He never burned out any lights

He never slammed a door

Or crossed a creaky board among the floor

He just wanted for once to sleep at night

One day he had to up and leave there

He couldn't take the drown out fights

He even caught the nasty

Thoughts never spoken

But so spiritless and mean

How they echoed among their lives

So if you see those so called demons

Don't bother saying I said hi

I think they both know where to find me

I think I've stared at

Them both dead in their eyes

I'll probably see them in some time now

Our crooked paths could easily cross

Or wind forever in a lonelier direction

Because there ain't a lot of fight

Left in damaged souls like us

See you can always find quiet

But you can't really ever find peace

If you can't filter the breath

Between the lies that you speak

Hear the back of the beetle

As he breaks at your feet

Are you as sorry now as the tide

When she came and washed out your streets

Washed them out clean