I wake up. It's a quiet night.
No noise disturbs the silence.
Again this horrible nightmare.
I shake my head, my mouth is dry
Get up, sneak in the kitchen
But what I see makes my blood run cold
And I faint.
I wake up in my bed again.
Is this truth or fiction ?
I take a look around
And everything seems allright.
But I remember what I saw
And borders become blurred
between reality and dream.
I am in panic
I am in fear
I am all alone
The devil stole my saxophone
And now it's gone and what I miss most
Is to play the blues on rainy days
Now I'm here in the madhouse paying the dues
For telling the truth, no one believes me.