Verse I
Morose & haggard or starched & bright in the eyes
Dizzying night terrors or soft moans and sighs

I wonder

Quick firing lucid or a damned foggy mind

Poltergeist 2nd floor but in this lair is found... a peaceful underside

Chorus

Is it ever any wonder that they call? Is it ever any wonder that they write? Is it ever any wonder that they're hiding out after midnight

Verse II

Mossy boulders use core, hands, and feet
The art of looking up but keeping feel
perfect hands, hearty stock, saintly soul, healing spirit, so deftly clumsy


Chorus
Is it ever any wonder that they call? Is it ever any wonder that they write? Is it ever any wonder that they're hiding out after midnight


Bridge
With such dimly lit signs how does one ever arrive? Search for fault Look for beauty, and that's exactly what you'll find


Chorus
It's never any wonder that they call. It's never ever any wonder that they write. Its never any wonder that they're hiding out after midnight.