Montague Terrace

In Montague Terrace,
 the only complaint is a lack of space.
 Don't call out your witness,
 'cause no one here recognized his face.
 His eyes were dull, they really aren't glistening,
 just save your present until there's somebody listening.
 In Montague Terrace,
 Who knew in so much space there'd be so little faith.
 There was a striking resemblance,
 Before the door closed and they all got away.
 Their faces still with us,
 Staring into you each day.
 Your eyes were cold, I see you're still breathin',
 You just look there, a perfect time for a leaving.
 In Montague Terrace,
 Who knew in so much space there'd be so little faith.
 Despite the results taken in when the last one is fallen,
 there's no need to be calling, just whisper they come calling,
 In Montague Terrace,
 the only complaint is a lack of space.
 Don't call on your witness,
 'cause he never seem to know his place
 You're lost on a course, until until Christmas
 And locked on your present until there's somebody with us.
 You got what you wanted, but you knew
 All that faith draining out of your face
 All that faith draining out of your face
 All that faith draining out of your face
 All that faith draining out of your face
 All that faith draining out of your face
 END