Hide the window watching

give hands that push the faces back

shiver in the alleys

and dying in the cold

little hands and little faces

what are you running from?

they're creeping on your satin sheets

and dancing in your nightmare



Watching at the window

the ledge which we provide

there's someone up above me

there's someone scratching softly

little monsters in the chimney

all black and stained with soot

come creeping to my bedroom

and lead me here to sleep



dancing in your darkness

dancing in your fear

forgetting all your hidden monsters

shedding all your tears