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Banshee playing magician sitting lotus on the floor |
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Belly dancing beauty with a power driven saw |
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Had my share of nightmares, didn't think there could be much more |
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then in walked Rodrick Usher with the Lady Eleanor |
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She tied my eyes with ribbon of a silken ghostly thread |
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I gazed with trouble vision on an old four poster bed |
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Where Eleanor had risen to kiss the neck below my head |
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and bid me come along with her to the land of the dancing dead |
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But it's all right, Lady Eleanor |
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All right, Lady Eleanor |
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I'm all right where I am |
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She gazed with loving beauty like a mother to a son |
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like living, dying, seeing, being all rolled into one |
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Then all at once I heard some music playing in my bones |
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the same old song I'd heard for years, reminding me of home |
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But it's all right, Lady Eleanor |
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All right, Lady Eleanor |
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I'm all right where I am |
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Then creeping on towards me, licking lips with tongues of fire |
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a host of golden demons screaming lust and base desire |
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and when it seemed for certain that the screams could get no higher |
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I heard a voice above the rest screaming 'You're a liar' |
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But it's all right, Lady Eleanor |
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All right, Lady Eleanor |
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I'm all right here in your arms |
