
Midnight Saxophone and Violins
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Lyrics
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(Whispered voice)
Hello... hello...
Is anybody there?
The station is closing...
But something's still on the air.
(Low, distorted laughter)
One... two...
It's coming for you.
There's a house at the end of the road,
Where the dead leaves dance and the cold winds blow.
There's a light upstairs that burns all night,
But nobody's lived there since '59.
There's a telephone that rings at two,
With a voice on the line that sounds like you.
It whispers things that you never said,
Then asks if you remember the dead.
The clock strikes twelve, the walls turn black,
You hear three knocks, but don't look back.
The radio speaks your name tonight,
And something's standing just outside...
WELCOME TO THE NIGHT SHOW!
WHERE THE LOST SOULS GO!
TURN THE DIAL, KILL THE LIGHT,
SOMEBODY'S WATCHING YOU TONIGHT!
CAN YOU HEAR THAT LULLABY?
CAN YOU SEE THE EMPTY EYES?
WHEN THE FINAL BELL TOLLS THREE,
YOU'LL HEAR THE VOICE THAT USED TO BE ME!
(A cheerful old-fashioned announcer voice)
Ladies and gentlemen...
Thank you for listening.
Please remain exactly where you are.
Our next broadcast...
Is coming from inside your house.
The photographs are turning around,
There's something crawling beneath the ground.
The hallway stretches, the doors disappear,
And a familiar voice says, "I'm right here."
The mirrors show a different face,
The shadows move, but they leave no trace.
The record spins though the power is gone,
And a voice keeps singing the same old song.
If you hear this song...
Don't answer the phone.
If you see that light...
Don't go there alone.
And if the radio calls your name...
(Pause)
It's already too late.
WELCOME TO THE NIGHT SHOW!
WHERE THE LOST SOULS GO!
EVERY SHADOW, EVERY DOOR,
HIDES A THING YOU CAN'T IGNORE!
CAN YOU HEAR THAT LULLABY?
SOMETHING'S STANDING BY YOUR SIDE!
WHEN THE FINAL BELL TOLLS THREE...
(Music suddenly stops)
YOU BELONG...
TO THE FREQUENCY.
(Soft, distant announcer voice)
This concludes tonight's broadcast.
We hope you enjoyed your stay.
We'll be watching...
Until the break of day.
(Three knocks)
(Record scratches to a stop)
END OF TRANSMISSION.