oh when the night creeps

up over the hillside

oh it's so quiet up here

you can hear your thoughts from the inside

oh well it took me a while

to take in the atmosphere

dark clouds of evil all around



you're only dreaming

you're only dreaming

you're only dreaming

you're only dreaming



there is no hooded killer

no dracula

no frankenstein

oh well it's all psychological

oh it's all in your mind



oh when a boy

we'd visit a haunted house

and there were demons inside

of that there isn't a doubt

and I would hide behind my hand every night

with fear right there on my brow



oh I see danger in living

I'm on a runaway train without wheels

now I'm crawling through a tunnel

with bloodhounds at my heels

everywhere I turn there are screams all around

behind trees wolves howl