Hide the window watching   give hands that push the faces back   shiver in the alleys   and dying in the cold   little hands and little faces   what are you running from?   they're creeping on your satin sheets   and dancing in your nightmare      Watching at the window   the ledge which we provide   there's someone up above me   there's someone scratching softly   little monsters in the chimney   all black and stained with soot   come creeping to my bedroom   and lead me here to sleep   dancing in your darkness   dancing in your fear   forgetting all your hidden monsters   shedding all your tears