The Question Remains

There's something moving in the furnace room just out of sight
Something or someone in the shadow cast by the back porch light
His face flashes through my mind when I touch my hand to the cellar door
He might chase me upstairs, but when I turn around he ain't there no more

Is there someone there?
Is anyone there?

Perhaps sometimes it's time itself been thrown off course
Or something I've invented to rеplace your god

Is there somеone there?
Is anyone there?

Now I'm doubting my mind
And I'm doubting what I've seen with my own eyes
Like the worms in my bed when I was a child
An illusion so real it haunts me still tonight
Was it all in my mind?
Was it all in my mind?
Was it all in my mind?
The question remains

In a hotel room in Bordeaux standing ten feet tall
An electrostatic pulse dissipating at the closet door

Is there someone there?
Is anyone there?
Is there someone there?
Is anyone there?
Is there someone there?
Is anyone there?

Everything is vibrating
Phenomena unexplained
Was it all in my mind?
The question remains