Secret Creatures from Secret Creatures by Season Of Spiders

Look out the window, it’s nears dawn
The pumpkin boy is soon to call
Down by the stream, through golden fields
The day is ours and all else in between
We’re the secret creatures, you and me

The merry children make their way
The town is lit for the parade
The pumpkin patch, the black cats too
Are all signs, we know what we’ve to do
We’re the secret creatures, me and you

Making our way now, off we go
Running down streets we used to know
But Hangman's Hill, in darkness, waits
Tonight’s the night when no one gets away
We’re the secret creatures they will say

The spooks begin to trick or treat
All through the town where old ghosts meet
The Banshee moans, so far from home
I am yours and you are mine alone
We’re the saddest creatures ever known

Climb to the top, feeling so blue
You hold the ropes, I’ll tie the noose
And now we’re gone, our spirits fled
Behold the night we don't rise from the dead
We’re the secret creatures of regret
[We are gone]
We’re the secret creatures of regret
[We are gone]
We’re the secret creatures of regret
[We are gone]
We're the secret creatures

• Rock
• Rock n' Roll
• alt-country
• cosmic
• folk
• indie
• Wexford