There could be a dream that you haven't seen
When I take you to the show
Where the medusas all crowned in fuchsias cry
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Back from the town where they carved your frown
With our lanterns all aglow
Make happy fright that entreats the night to say
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Brr, brr, brr, it's cold
You're full of good in a twisted wood
So I'll make your candles blow
How could we let all our candy get away?
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Soon, soon, soon, we'll go
Where pumpkins that gather in threes
Are waiting to roll down the street
And children trade fingers for claws
Grow fangs from their dangerous love
And sidewalks are prevalent with signs
Of both good luck to come and good nights
And phantoms arrive for the sound
Of secrets that ring through the town
You're only young when the Sun is down
So I'll take you to the show
What can you say to the morning gray except
No oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Open my head and to your surprise
It's just straw tied up in bows
Forgive me for trying to be alive tonight
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
You're, you're, you're, back home