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i hear the soft beat upon my window sill
i hear the hours growing close, and its only five till
soon enough the clock will chime
and midnight shall be the time
the house is dark with not a thing to be seen
your senses dull and none so keen
the lighting flashes as the thunder does crack
theres a lump in your throat and you wanna head back
you see only what the flash lets you see for a brief moment
and thats if you're lucky and see it when the lightning has shown it
theres a creek under ever step you take
theres an echo in the hall with every one you make
you walk on egg shells and fear whats unkown
you walk in the dark, blind where your fear is grown
you walk to search for something but you just dont know what
obsticles lie in your way like a door that maybe shut
or a staircase close with stairs to fall down
i just hope in the end i find whats needs to be found
i hear the hours growing close, and its only five till
soon enough the clock will chime
and midnight shall be the time
the house is dark with not a thing to be seen
your senses dull and none so keen
the lighting flashes as the thunder does crack
theres a lump in your throat and you wanna head back
you see only what the flash lets you see for a brief moment
and thats if you're lucky and see it when the lightning has shown it
theres a creek under ever step you take
theres an echo in the hall with every one you make
you walk on egg shells and fear whats unkown
you walk in the dark, blind where your fear is grown
you walk to search for something but you just dont know what
obsticles lie in your way like a door that maybe shut
or a staircase close with stairs to fall down
i just hope in the end i find whats needs to be found