Sitting up late at night. I tiptoe through the darkness. Cold as hell black as spades. Aware of my immediate surrounding. In my place I escape. Up into my hideout. Hiding from everyone. My friends all say. Dave you're mental any way hey!. Drift into a deeper state. I stalk the cobwebbed stairways. Dirt grits beneath my feet. The stair creaks I precariously sneak. Hypnosis guides my hand. I slipslide through the walkways. Sit in granny's rockin' chair. Memories are whirling by yeah. Reminisce in the attic. Lucretia waits impatiently. Cobwebs make me squint. The cobra so eloquently glints. Moonbeams surge through the sky. The crystal ball's energized. Surely that like the cat waiting. Lucretia rocks away.