It's a word in a rhyme, a letter in a slot
A ghost in a closet, wing in the sky
It's a stiched bead in the sand
A golden ring on your left hand
It's a bag over my head
A sparrow in the backyard

Don't let the monsters come too close
To your beartfelt nights
Leave the lily love the rose
Don't let the monsters come
Too close to your beartfelt nights
It is not what it seems to be