[music: Argento, Marcolin, lyrics: Wead]



I bid my last wits a sad goodbye

Sundown is closing in

There are secrets the dreamland keep

More than meets the eye



Eyes deceiving false conceiving

Thoughts misleading fear's exceeding



It is the things you see

And the things you don't

It is the things you hear

And the things you won't



Dancing shadows upon my wall

Nightmares closing in

They have won if I fall asleep

Then I'm surely lost



The walls are bleeding, painful breathing

The night's impending, a fright unending



It is the things you see

And the things you don't

It is the things you hear

And the things you won't



The walls are bleeding, painful breathing

The night's impending, a fright unending



It is the things you see

And the things you don't

It is the things you hear

And the things you won't

The things you see

The things you see

The things you see

The things you see