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