Текст песни Terror In The Streets

Time to go it's late, as the fog begins to lay And you wish that you were at home in bed Visions of evil and visions ill will Are burning corners into your head The echo of your steps From the fence across the field They're coming from close behind The air drops to ten degrees, cob webs in the trees Your door step seem so very far away When dripping shadows start to move, when your doubts begin to prove, (tame day scenes get all construed) you feel terror in the streets Sweaty palms you feel the night as your body fills with fright You feel alright when you see the light at your house But that feeling turns to panic and fright as you watch the lights go out.