writers: leo sayer & frank farrell

oh when the night creeps
up over the hillside
oh it´s so quiet up here
you can hear your thoughts from the inside
oh well it took me a while
to take in the atmosphere
dark clouds of evil all around

you´re only dreaming
you´re only dreaming
you´re only dreaming
you´re only dreaming

there is no hooded killer
no dracula
no frankenstein
oh well it´s all psychological
oh it´s all in your mind

oh when a boy
we´d visit a haunted house
and there were demons inside
of that there isn´t a doubt
and i would hide behind my hand every night
with fear right there on my brow

oh i see danger in living
i´m on a runaway train without wheels
now i´m crawling through a tunnel
with bloodhounds at my heels
everywhere i turn there are screams all around
behind trees wolves howl