| He woke up paralyzed
|
| He saw through conscious eyes
|
| real horror show
|
| He called out, couldn’t speak
|
| He’s alive? |
| Still asleep?
|
| He didn’t know
|
| Like a ghost in the dark
|
| she stood there clear and stark
|
| seemingly slow
|
| Your pettiness will never suit you now
|
| nor will the concern vaguely beaded on your brow
|
| And for those who have ever thought you well
|
| they shudder at the ringing of a bell
|
| Oooooh
|
| She’s awake
|
| and the few things you’ve done right
|
| in the short years of your life
|
| won’t help you sleep tonight
|
| And you know
|
| that it’s easy to believe
|
| that which you cannot conceive
|
| so you wait for broad daylight
|
| Oooooh
|
| She’s awake
|
| and the few things you’ve done right
|
| in the short years of your life
|
| won’t help you sleep tonight
|
| And you know
|
| that it’s easy to believe
|
| that which you cannot conceive
|
| so you wait for broad daylight
|
| He woke up paralyzed
|
| He saw through conscious eyes
|
| real horror show
|
| He called out, couldn’t speak
|
| He’s alive? |
| Still asleep?
|
| He didn’t know
|
| Like a ghost in the dark
|
| she stood there clear and stark
|
| seemingly slow
|
| Your pettiness will never suit you now
|
| nor will the concern vaguely beaded on your brow
|
| And for those who have ever thought you well
|
| they shudder at the ringing of a bell
|
| Oooooh
|
| She’s awake
|
| and the few things you’ve done right
|
| in the short years of your life
|
| won’t help you sleep tonight
|
| And you know
|
| that it’s easy to believe
|
| that which you cannot conceive
|
| so you wait for broad daylight |