It's midnight
On the eve of the great storm
The candle in the hallway
Paints shadows on the door
Persistently pursued in
Black and white dreams
Racing through the rubble
Until my tendons scream
I fall and then awake
The candle's on its side
The moon glows from the balcony
With the curtains open wide
The floorboards creak
Mist fills the room
And with it something sinister
Has found this frozen tomb
Leave
Leave
It's raining now
Cold, bitter rainfall
I must have slipped asleep again
The candle lights the hall
Who are you who always comes
When the stormy winds bite
Though I've never laid eyes on you
I'll see you tomorrow night