Cold the night Cold December Cold when it's coming over me Cold as ice Painting crystals of my ghosts On the ceiling of my dream Every night they're falling From somewhere out of time Underneath the surface of my mind One by one, like from a distant sun From an outer wasteland One by one, they speak a different tongue The three lunatic spacemen Cold the night Cold December Cold, every night they come again I close my eyes But wide awaken as they climb up the stairs Into my sleep Every night they're waiting Underneath my bed Is it real or just inside my head One by one, like from a distant sun From a foreign graceland One by one, they speak a different tongue The three lunatic spacemen ♪ And my phantoms rising there beside my bed Like a fragrance vaporizing in my head Mighty strong and scary like an incubus First they are eating souls and then the rest of us ♪ Now they know my hideaway And they know my face Unearthly whispering: "Gideon Grace" Number One is Breather Two Life-eater Three The Fright May death cut the final threat Of my speech here tonight - here tonight Here tonight ♪ One by one, like from a distant sun Here they come and find me One by one, they speak a different tongue The three lunatic spacemen One by one by one by one One by one by one by one