Handsome Frankenstein

I wish I knew where the moon was born
Where the stars go when they die-
And I ask him if he knows,
But he just smiles as the twilight goes
He lets the skies inside

(And sometimes I dream that there's blood on his hands)

The monster's knocking at my door
Cause he doesn't know who he is anymore
And if I was lucky, he'd be mine
Love that handsome Frankenstein.

He speaks in shades of black and white
Something cold he hid inside
And when it's midnight, then he talks
And like a countdown go the clocks-
Deep inside the folds of night
Just outside the reach of light.

(I wonder what he dreams, when nothing else makes sense)

The monster's knocking at my door
Cause he doesn't know who he is anymore
And if I was lucky, he'd be mine
Love that handsome Frankenstein.

Does he dream of faces-
Ones he used to know?
Does he dream of tears-
The kind he's never cried?
Does he dream of blood and stardust
Does he…
Does he dream of me?

The monster's knocking at my door
Cause he doesn't know who he is anymore
And if I was lucky, he'd be mine
I love that handsome Frankenstein.

He's got scars from where the surgeon sewed
His pieces back together
You'd think each thread
Would prove him dead
But Frankenstein's alive.

Oh, Frankenstein's alive…

-tucked somewhere just out of sight,
But Frankenstein's alive.