[Storyteller.]

Hello there, the angel from my nightmare,
the shadow in the background of the morgue,
the unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley.
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want;
where you can always find me,
and we'll have Halloween on Christmas,
and in the night we'll wish this never ends,
we'll wish this never ends.

(I miss you, I miss you.)
(I miss you, I miss you.)

Where are you? And I'm so sorry,
I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight.
I need somebody and always
this sick strange darkness
comes creeping on, so haunting every time.
And as I stared I counted
the webs from all the spiders,
catching things and eating their insides,
like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason.
Will you come home and stop the pain tonight?
Stop this pain tonight.

Don't waste your time on me,
you're already the voice inside my head.
(I miss you, miss you.)
Don't waste your time on me,
you're already the voice inside my head.
(I miss you, miss you.)

Don't waste your time on me,
you're already the voice inside my head.
(I miss you, miss you.)
Don't waste your time on me,
you're already the voice inside my head.
(I miss you, miss you.)

Don't waste your time on me,
you're already the voice inside my head.
(I miss you, miss you.)
Don't waste your time on me,
you're already the voice inside my head.
(I miss you, miss you.)

I miss you, miss you.
I miss you, miss you.
I miss you, miss you.
I miss you, miss you.