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(hummmm) Under the moon, the hillside waits
The old wooden beams are cold and still A quiet watch upon
the hill
Light streams down through broken glass While shadows on the floorboards pass
Can you feel the air begin to shake?
As the sleeping timbers start to wake
Oh, the house is alive tonight!
Glowing in the silver moonlight
We are dancing on the edge of time
In the haunting space we left behind
Step inside where the secrets grow A phantom pulse from long ago
Every corner holds a trace Of a long-forgotten sacred place
Can you feel the air begin to shake?
As the sleeping timbers start to wake
Oh, the house is alive
tonight! Glowing in the silver moonlight
We are dancing on the edge of time
In the haunting space we left behind
On the hill, under the clear sky...
We fade away...