I'm haunted by the monsters of Goya
They haunt me in the dead of the night
They scratch at the panes of my windows
They loom in the El Grecco sky
They wound me with poison arrows
They pitch in my fevered mind
They punish with insults and doubting
They bite at my heels all the time
I'm hoping someone can save me
Some saint with some remedy
But all that I'm living with lately
Is the thought that I'll be released
In the deaf man's house hang black paintings
The images of a darkening mind
When Saturn comes to devour you
Where the witch's wild eyes will shine
I dreamt I took refuge in Paris
Where things are comfortably sane
And the hooves of the beast all have silenced
And the monsters are exiled to Spain
I'm hoping someone can save me
Some saint with some remedy
'Cause all that I'm living with lately
Is the thought that I'll be released
Oh my love
Oh my love
Oh my love
Oh my love
Oh my love
Oh my love
Don't you get down
Oh my love
Oh my love
Don't you cry
Don't get down
Oh my love
Don't you cry
Oh my love
Oh my love
Oh my love