In the dark
where nightmares roam
and distant memories
come back home

In the dark
where I sit alone
and watch my clock
tic like a metronome

In the dark
where evil is grown
and there’s hours before
the sun rears it’s massive dome

In the dark
where spirits are known
and fingers tremble
as I reach for the phone

In the dark
my composure’s blown
you don’t answer my call
drop the phone with a moan