Whispers of lispers, murmurs of the night,
they have me shook, yet with no real fright.
It’s a concern though in these morning hours; I
do feel their powers, high as the towers…
and the truth is…
yes the proof is… that they are
HOWLIN’, HOWLIN’, HOWLIN’ – crying to the
moon (if you can believe it). Yes, they are
HOWLIN’, HOWLIN’, HOWLIN’, like ghosts in my
room (or am I dreamin’?). Whistles in the
dark, like works of art, distracting
me from sleep bittersweet, ‘cause they are
HOWLIN’, HOWLIN, HOWLIN’, howlin’ for me
too, yes for me too.