Lyrics

Too many toy in attic can make you go blind But there's a lot of things to hide behind There's a veil of illusions to mirror the glares And to keep away the fears That hide behind the stairs Wow,here you are again! So cool out on the burning sand Will the heat fry away your fears? Wait and see if I even care... Have Fun Now it's four past midnight and you ghosts are all out There's no telling what it's all about Throw them a dime and they will show you the way Out of your wishing well-to heaven,or was it hell? Chorus