I hear someone’s breath, I hear footsteps on the old stairs overhead. I guess it’s the same nightmare. A tender whistle is inviting me to the top floor.
My body obeys me no more.
I am on the second floor Floating as in a dream. I see three little silent shapes Hanging in a secret room.
No sound outside, Moonlight’s streaming through the dusty windows on the wall. I’m here, downstairs again, Trying to recall what had awoken me.
Or was it a dream?
I am on the second floor Floating as in a dream. I see three little silent shapes Hanging in a secret room.
I’m running away from here, There is something behind. Its tread is pursuing me, I’m losing my mind.
I’m running away from here, There is something behind. Its tread is pursuing me, I’m losing my mind.
I feel someone’s gaze, Looking at me from the old stairs overhead. I guess it’s the same nightmare. A tender whistle is inviting me to the top floor.
My body obeys me no more.
I am on the second floor Floating as in a dream. I see three little silent shapes Hanging in a secret room.