I wake up and remember the fright I know he has been here tonight But I go to bed, crazy as it seems I know he has been watching my dreams
After midnight, I tight my sheet Into a useless desire to sleep He chases me in ways I can't see I guess if I die he'll be waiting for me
Head with no hair, face with no eye Mad as a sin, tall as the sky His mind is blank and the skin is grey He has been chasing me during the day
He's on the street, he's staring at me As I go to bed he will come with glee Year after year, I hang on the phone The day he'll disappear is yet to come
