### [Intro] Three o'clock in the morning. The floorboards upstairs are creaking. I live alone in this house. Or at least... I thought I did. ### [Verse 1] Footsteps heavy on the hallway oak, Shadows dancing in the chimney smoke. Staring at the ceiling with my eyes wide open, Hoping that the lock on the door ain't broken. A cold breeze blowing through the keyhole slot, Something in the corner that the light forgot. It isn't a ghost, it isn't a dream, It's a figure standing silent where the floorboards gleam. ### [Pre-Chorus] The grandfather clock strikes three times slow, And a voice from the dark starts whispering low... ### [Chorus] Beware the handle on the cellar door! Don't look down at the wooden floor! Creeping in the dark where the cold wind blows, Everybody's running from the thing that knows! Yeah, lock up the latch, turn down the light, Something's waking up in the middle of the night! ### [Verse 2] I reach for the lantern, strike up the match, Watching a shadow lift up the latch. A long dark coat and an old iron key, Standing in the doorway staring right at me. He doesn't say a word, just points to the stairs, Leading down below where nobody dares. Cobwebs hanging like a velvet curtain, One thing's for sure and one thing's certain: You can run for the yard, you can run for the street, But you can't outrun what's under your feet! ### [Bridge] Down... down... under the floor... Never turn the key on the cellar door. Listen to the whisper... Listen to the sound... What's hidden underground?! ### [Chorus] Beware the handle on the cellar door! Don't look down at the wooden floor! Creeping in the dark where the cold wind blows, Everybody's running from the thing that knows! Yeah, lock up the latch, turn down the light, Something's waking up in the middle of the night! ### [Outro] Don't open the door. Goodnight.
