The little clock's stopped ticking now We're swallowed in the stomached rue The only sound to tear the night Comes from the man upstairs ♪ His bloated belching figure stomps He may crash through the ceiling soon The window sees trees cry from cold And claw the moon ♪ But we know don't we And we'll dream won't we Of Montague Terrace in blue ♪ The girl across the hall makes love Her thoughts lay cold like shattered stone Her thighs are full of tales to tell Of all the nights she's known ♪ Your eyes ignite like cold blue fire The scent of secrets everywhere A fist filled with illusions Clutches all our cares ♪ But we know don't we And we'll dream won't we Of Montague Terrace in blue oh in blue