| Strokes so silent and gentile | |
| Dreams so silent so dead | |
| Shut your eyes, make blank of your mind | |
| Into the light | |
| Head into the light | |
| Shut your eyes, make blank of your mind | |
| And don't look under the bed | |
| What stirs in the curtains | |
| Will always be there | |
| Into the light | |
| No wire hangers |