dollhouse in the attic
cobwebs beneath the eaves
phantoms in the shadows
and rosary beads
fingers clutching tight
evil spirits out of sight
praying to a ghost
on a foggy winter night
then a creak and thump
and things that go bump
I'm a trembling soul
See me dance, see me jump
from the things
that go bump
the wind whistles and moans
I hear a lost and starving child
who i should let inside
safe from the cold and wild
but I open up the door
and no one is standing there
just an eerie silence
and a bleakness in the air
then a creak and thump
and things that go bump
I'm a trembling soul
See me dance, see me jump
from the things
that go bump
