Montague Terrace (in Blue) Lyrics - Scott - Scott Walker

The little clock's stopped ticking now 

We're swallowed in the stomached rue 

The only sound to tear the night 

Comes from the man upstairs 

His bloated belching figure stomps 

He may crash through the ceiling soon 

The window sees trees cry from cold 

And claw 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 ignite like cold blue fire 

The scent of secrets everywhere 

A fist filled with illusions 

Clutches all our cares 

But we know don't we 

And we'll dream won't we 

Of Montague Terrace in blue oh in blue