Here we go...
By the time they got out of the car
They couldn't hear a thing
The blood dripping from their ears
Meant I'd never see the same
The sun don't shine
The moon don't stir
When I'm hiding beneath the table
The dogs don't bite
The shouting blurs
Beneath the table
When I finally found my voice
It was too late to say a thing
The terrors that I'd seen
Came as tidal waves in dreams