Oh, at night I can see the moonlight on my skin Sometimes, I try to close my eyes And sometimes I can see the darkness spilling in I give in, taking flight in the shadows The sun is going down There's nobody around It's getting close to witching hour When stranger things come out I feel it on my skin A prickle paper thin There's watching eyes surrounding me There's voices in the wind Oh, at night I can see the moonlight on my skin Sometimes, I try to close my eyes And sometimes I can see the darkness spilling in I give in, taking flight in the shadows