There was a time when I was young
A boy with bold ambitions
There was a time when I could tell the crooked from the wicked one

There was a song that someone sung
A hint of recognition
There was a time I knew you well enough to know you won't be gone

[Chorus:] Come with me tonight

Tell me how it feels to be alive

There was a time I had respect
A name, a reputation
There was a time when I could watch myself without being disgraced

[Chorus:] Come with me tonight

Let us find a place where we can hide

[Chorus:] Come into the light

Let me show you how we stay alive

[Instrumental]

[Spoken:]

The word incubus means to lie on,
And it was believed that any having feeling in bed,
Such as a weight pressing down on your chest,
Especially accompanied by nightmares,
Was a sure sign that an incubus had attempted to have a nocturnal intercourse with you
Given the religious fervor of the middle ages,
There's not all together surprising that the idea of a demon level,
Was believed to account of this phenomenon