Pauline Andres - On the Doorstep mp3 download

Lyrics

At night, at night my house becomes a monster
My attic is a den where lives a mighty killer
Who’s got the face of many men
At night my attic becomes a den
My garden becomes a haunted maze
With smells of evil stenches in a poison haze
A gust brings the moans and desperate whispers
Of the past victims of the monster
I stare at the dark matter — Hoping for the light Hopelessly I flee the unknown
things of the night
At night, at night my bed is my conscience’s bed
I wait like Lazarus for the light of day
A noise in the attic makes my blood cold
I cannot blink and my breath I must hold
Because I know that the night is the danger
On my doorstep is a ghost, a rapist and a killer
Maybe with the right name put on the right fear
The rapist I can kill and his ghost will disappear
It seems I’m awake but I’m afraid to see
Prisoner of terrible things that linger with me
Why does heaven turn to hell when it’s dark
All the lights are out but evil does not rest
Those visions of nightmare I cannot forget
Are a taste of the thing on my doorstep
Those visions of nightmare I cannot forget
Are a taste of the thing on my doorstep
I’m hoping for the light
I’m hoping for the light
I’m hoping for the light