Song Lyrics

The little clock's stopped ticking now
We're swallowed in the stomached room
The only sound to tear the night
Comes from the man upstairs
His bloated, belching figure stomps
He may crash through the ceiling soon
Outside, trees claw the cold and reach out for 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 are like cold fire tonight
The scent of secrets everywhere
A fistful of illusion clutches all our cares
But
We know don't we?
And we'll dream won't we?
Of Montague Terrace in blue
But
We know don't we?
And we'll dream won't we?
Of Montague Terrace in blue
In blue
In blue
In blue
In blue...

Scott Engel

The duration of Montague Terrace (In Blue) is 3:35 minutes and seconds.