I was six years old in a big house
Death lounging on the porch
And I heard my cousin talking about a book
About the forces of darkness
Arrayed above a town
And I could see them everywhere
I passed the dark glass of a window
Alone on the second floor
And I was waiting for red eyes
I was waiting for red eyes
I was fifteen living in a big house
Set back in the woods
And I went downstairs to get myself a drink
And in the kitchen it was quiet
No one else around
And the anxiety settled in
I passed the dark glass of a window
Alone on the ground floor
And I was waiting for red eyes
I was waiting for red eyes