Wounded Lands: The Private Lives of Monsters

The Private Lives of Monsters

I’ve been meddling
In the private lives of monsters
I’ve been going
Where they tell me not to go
I’ve been sticking my nose in the heavy keyholes
And licking my ears to the black windows
I’ve been searching…
For the truths you can’t be told

I’ve been digging
In the private lives of monsters
In the stone fields
Of tomorrow’s restless bones
From the preacher’s wife’s gossip at the prayer circle
To the Devil’s glass curtain in the white castle
I’ve been digging…
Through this tangled bed of roots

I’ve been hiding
In the private lives of monsters
Like a voyeur, at the back of a picture show

I… can see
A change has really come over me
I… can see
I’m not the boy I used to be
But I’m getting close
So, so close
I can’t turn back now
I’m getting close
So damn close
And I can’t go home anyhow
I… can see
I’m not the boy I used to be
I… can see
A change has really come over me

I’ve been living
In the private lives of monsters