See them hide under my bed
Hear them laugh and speak and plot!
I don't want to disappoint them
I don't want to grief their joke, they seem so busy
Little monsters under my bed
But my bed is so empty
You know
I should keep on hiding the truth
I should keep on letting them, letting them play
(Letting them play
Letting them)
Letting them, letting them — play!
Heeey! See them hide here under my bed!
I don't want to disappoint them
They are so wicked numb!
Little monsters on my bed
But my bed is so empty
You have to know
I—I died so many years, so many years ago.