歌詞

The curtain drinks the moon

A seam of silver on the floor

Your tiny shoes by the bed

And the latch still holds the door

I hear the poplar trees

Scratch their nails across the glass

You ask me if the dark

Can reach inside and make it last

So I kneel beside your frame

Count the shadows, one by one

There’s a shape, but shape is not

A hand that knows your name

No monster at the window

Not tonight, my love

No monster at the window

Just the moon above

Hold my hand, hold my hand

Till the morning comes

No monster at the window

Only night, then sun

The teacup on the sill

Catches a thin cathedral light

The wardrobe keeps its bones

In the hush of folded night

If the branches bow too low

If the glass begins to hum

I’ll sing your name so soft

Till the frightened echoes come

Let the hinges breathe in time

Let the houses keep their spell

Every wolf the dark can wear

Will fade when we are well

No monster at the window

Not tonight, my love

No monster at the window

Just the moon above

Hold my hand, hold my hand

Till the morning comes

No monster at the window

Only night, then sun

Sleep can wear a cracked black crown

And paint the corners mean

But I’ve got a lamp of words

And I’ve seen what words can mean

So if the room grows deep and blue

And your little chest gets tight

I will sit here like a gate

Till you cross into the light

No monster at the window

Not tonight, my love

No monster at the window

Just the moon above

Hold my hand, hold my hand

Till the morning comes

No monster at the window

Only night, then sun