There was a time when I was young
A boy with bold ambitions
There was a time when I could tell the crooked from the wicked one
There was a song that someone sung
A hint of recognition
There was a time I knew you well enough to know you won't be gone
Come with me tonight
Tell me how it feels to be alive
There was a time I had respect
A name, a reputation
There was a time when I could watch myself without being disgraced
Come with me tonight
Let us find a place where we can hide
Come into the light
Let me show you how we stay alive
The word incubus means to lie on,
and it was believed that any heavy feeling in bed,
such as a weight pressing down on your chest,
especially accompanied by nightmares,
was a sure sign that an incubus had attempted to have a nocturnal intercourse with you.
Given the religious fervor of the middle ages,
it's not all together surprising that the idea of a demon lover,
was believed to account for this phenomenon