Sit-

ting

up

late

at

night

Tip-

toe

through

the

dark-

ness

Cold

as

hell

black

as

spades

Aware

of

my

im-

me-

di-

a-

te

sur-

roun-

ding

In

my

place

I

es-

cape

Up

in-

to

my

hi-

de-

out

Hi-

ding

from

eve-

ry-

one

My

friends

all

say

Dave

your

men-

tal

a-

ny-

way

hey!

Drift

in-

to

dee

-

per

state

I

stalk

the

cob-

webbed

stair-

ways

Dirt

grits

be-

neath

me

feet

The

sta-

ir

creaks,

I

pre-

ca-

ri-

ous-

ly

sneak

Hyp-

no-

sis

guides

my

hand

I

slip-

side

through

the

walk-

ways

Sit

in

gran-

ny's

roc-

kin

chair

Me-

mo-

ries

the

are

whir

-

ling

by

yeah

Re-

mi-

nisce

in

the

at-

tic

Luc-

re-

tia

waits

im-

pa-

tient-

ly

Cob-

webs

make

me

sq-

uint

The

cob

-

ra

so

e-

lo-

qu-

ently

glints

Moon-

beams

surge

through

the

sky

The

crys-

tal

ball's

e-

ner-

gized

Su-

re-

ly

like

the

cat

wai-

ting

Luc-

re-

tia

rocks

a-

way

yeah