The Stuff
Come inside where we can play
You and I that sounds ok
And when I step in my feet get swallowed in mist
Sit on the sofa it sinks like a coffin
Who killed the lights now tell me what did I miss
This isn't bed I'm not turning and tossing
The stuff of my nightmares
In the eyes of my lover
What parasite inside her
Could make her
Turn so dark
Only thing you wanna do
Run and scream
So then I'm running but I keep stepping in place
Every direction I turn I am facing
The stuff of my nightmares
In the eyes of my lover
What parasite inside her
Could make her
Turn so dark
Writer/s: Ronnie Markevich
