Graveyard Dreams

A new Bon Ouija rewrite of Air Supply's Sweet Dreams

 

Night time is the time

I am most haunted by this fiend

Yes, even now I feel it

Cold and creeping near

I'm not looking forward to the night I will spend

Hiding away in the cruelest fear

 

How many dark times will I think about the evil things it seeks to do?

Always reaching out a corpse's hand

To steal what it wants

Like some wicked nightmare

Appearing out of the blue

 

Chorus

 

Close my eyes

Pray to escape

The terror of my graveyard dreams

Close my eyes

Pray to escape

The terror of my graveyard dreams

 

I think I hear it hiss as the minutes roll by

And I pray if push comes to shove

You will still get my letter

And understand why I never made it home

There's not much time left to tell you

Half the things I feel that I should

Only that I truly fear for you

And I'd save your mortal soul if I could

 

Chorus

 

Creeping cold chill

Something rises from the deep

I don't know

How long I can hold off this creep

Could I breathe my last moments

All alone

 

2020 Ramona Thompson/Bon Ouija

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