Monsters Calling Home کے بول

They're walking to the beat of a broken drum Digging for worth in a land under a foreign sun The children call bitter words of a strange tongue Hearts down, they're walking heavy until the dying's down I see their hands Some hold a bottle, some hold back And in their eyes A wave of light in a sea of black Their voices low Trembling for blood to drink And what they know Of a deep that cries to deep in the night? The night oh they call They call now Oh, hear the monsters calling home No, they don't wanna be alone But the closet they keep closed Swallow the key so that nobody Nobody knows how they beat They beat their chest to the sounds of their broken hearts Crying wolf under sheep's skins, reaching out their claws Stomping their feet Never letting up the dust choking up their lungs Told to be a father Growing up into a fatherless Son, oh my son, won't you come, won't you come? Son, oh my son, won't you come, won't you come? Son, oh my son, won't you come, won't you come? Son, oh my son, won't you come, won't you come? Oh hear the monsters calling home No they don't wanna be alone, but the Closet they keep closed Swallow the key so Nobody knows how they beat Oh, hear the monsters calling home No, they don't wanna be alone But the closet they keep closed Swallow the key so nobody knows how they beat