The Monsters of Goya

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