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Spooky in Here

V6-WILD

Spooky in Here [Intro] Oh, it’s spooky in here It’s spooky in here Dust is everywhere But something’s moving underneath it [Verse 1] Covers torn and covers worn Fingerprints in the dust Tears on the pages of the weak and the sad And the ones that we have mourned Dreams were born and dreams have died In the silence on these shelves Rain taps on the windowsill While the books wake by themselves [Pre-Chorus] Dust speaks in the moonlight Drifting through the air The shadows are unsettled Like somebody’s standing there [Chorus] Oh, it’s spooky in here It’s spooky in here Out of the daylight, the bookstore comes alive Dancing in the dust under the moonlight While the rest of us sleep through the night Oh, it’s spooky in here On Halloween night [Verse 2] Anne Rice’s vampires leave their pages Mary Shelley’s creature takes a step Carroll’s madness spills into the aisles Where the dreaming and the waking met Poe’s raven watches from the rafters Revenge waits beneath the stone Egyptian tombs creak open And Sookie Stackhouse isn’t home [Pre-Chorus] The dust in the books is unsettled The dust and the debt remain Every story somebody left unfinished Is calling out a name [Chorus] Oh, it’s spooky in here It’s spooky in here Out of the daylight, the bookstore comes alive Dancing in the dust under the moonlight While the rest of us sleep through the night Oh, it’s spooky in here On Halloween night [Bridge] Dreams in the paper can’t be erased Even when the covers fade The lost ones turn another page And step out of the words they made A little laugh behind the ladder A little whisper near the door I came in looking for a story Now I’m not alone anymore [Final Chorus] Oh, it’s spooky in here It’s spooky in here Dust is everywhere, but nothing’s lying still All the novels come alive in the moonlight Dancing on the windowsill All their dreams are coming alive While the rest of us sleep On Halloween night [Outro] Covers torn and covers worn Moonlight on the floor When the sun comes through the window They’re just books once more