Three Ghosts

Cold the night - cold

December cold

When it's coming over me

Cold as ice - painting crystals of my ghosts

On the ceiling of my dream

Every night they're falling

From somewhere out of time

Underneath the surface of my mind

One by one like from a distant sun

From an outer wasteland

One by one they speak a different tongue

The three lunatic spacemen

Cold the night - cold

December cold

Every night they come again

I close my eyes

But wide awaken as they climb up the stairs

Into my sleep

Every night they're waiting

Underneath my bed

Is it real or just inside my head

One by one like from a distant sun

From a foreign graceland

One by one they speak a different tongue

The three lunatic spacemen

And my phantoms rising there beside my bed

Like a fragrance vaporizing in my head

Mighty strong and scary like an incubus

First they are eating souls and then the rest of us

Now they know my hideaway

And they know my face

Unearthly whispering "Gideon Grace"

Number One is "Breather"

Two "Life-eater"

Three "The Fright"

May death cut the final threat

Of my speech here tonight - here tonight

One by one like from a distant sun

Here they come and find me

One by one they speak a different tongue

The three lunatic spacemen

One by one by one by one

One by one by one by one