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 having 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
There's not all together surprising that the idea of a demon lover
Was believed to account of this phenomenon"
