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...