Lucretia

Sitting up late at night
A tiptoe through the darkness
Cold as hell black as spades
Aware of my immediate surrounding
In my place I escape
Up into my hideout
Hiding from everyone
My friends all say
Dave your mental anyway hey!
Drift into a deeper state
I stalk a cobwebbed stairways
Dirt grits beneath me feet
The stair creaks, I precariously sneak

Hypnosis guides my hand
I slipside through the walkways
Sit in granny's rockin' chair
Memories are whirling by yeah