Heading up the mountain In the drizzling black Weary from the distance but there's no turning back They need a place to rest
Hiding in a musty cave from the raging tempest They wait for the sleep to fill their eyes The ritual death will seal their fate
Sleep tight
Sleep tight Dream while you have the chance No sense in anxiety 'til the moment is at hand
Some walls have eyes All the better to see you with Some walls have hands All the better to grab you with
We've caught you off guard Too tired to know and too tired to care Welcome to our house Welcome to our lair
Sleep tight
Sleep tight Dream while you have the chance No sense in anxiety 'til the moment is at handTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
