I opened my eyes and saw the sun,
Streaming through my window,
And I looked around dazedly
At things I’d seen an age ago
I was in my own room, in my own bed;
I had been dreaming of horrid things,
Becoming trapped in nightmarish scenes,
And felt the shadows the nighttime brings
But, oh, now I was awake!
And the little pocket-watch ticked,
Sitting on my bedside table,
And, quietly, it clicked
But what if I go to sleep again?
Will my past haunt me every night?
I don’t want to close my eyes…
I can’t go back to black and white…