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
