Count The Wicked

As the fire rages on and on

The lonesome count the sick

And wicked faces until dawn

You'll find me in the bedroom

With the blinds all drawn

You come, telling lies

'Till I'm back to sleep

While my body cannot feel at home

In my head I'll never be alone

With them hungry little voices from an evil's done

They hum, telling lies till I'm back to sleep

Clouded eyes that call upon a storm

Staring down a face I've seen before

She says: Don't look out the window, here the inside's warm

And it comes, cold black and deep

As the fire fades into the dawn

Still them sick and wicked faces linger on

I'm still hiding in the bedroom

Where no light has shone

I'm gone

Drift away, cold back to sleep