Running through the roses.
Dancing through the briars.
Rolling down the cliffsides.
Pretending its so happy.
Burning in the sunshine.
Crying in the shade.
Dying by the bedside.
Pretending its so happy.
Everyday the sun goes down.
Monsters come every night.
Everyday the sun goes down.
Goes down into dark.
Trying to get out.
Running for the exit.
Struggling for air.
Screaming in despair.
Dark horns and bright eyes.
Sharp claws and yellow teeth.
Demons of imagination.
Demons of your fascination.
Everyday the sun goes down.
Monsters come every night.
Everyday the sun goes down.
Goes down into dark.
Sun rises, its over.
And away goes the horror.
Living like this
makes me want to fly away.
Fly away into dark.