When your nightmares take flight,
There's room for gloom,
While you imagine our doom.
In the still of the night,
When seldom a fright,
Peaceful night skies,
Suddenly look awry.
In the still of the night,
Things don't seem right,
Shadows get darker,
...enter the fright.
In the still of the night.
There seems to be something in the air tonight. I cannot put my finger on it, but things don't seem right..things don't seem right..