Lucretia - 2004 Remix

Sitting up, late at night

I 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 you're mental anyway" hey!

Drift into a deeper state

I stalk the cobwebbed stairways

Dirt grits between my 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

Reminisce in the attic

Lucretia waits impatiently

Cobwebs make me squint

The cobra so eloquently glints

Moonbeams surge through the sky

The crystal ball's energized

Surely that like the cat waiting

Lucretia rocks away