[Intro] [U2 style delay guitar, echoing and pristine] [Soft synth pad underneath] [Vocals sung like Bono, warm and nostalgic] [Verse 1] The pavement sparkles with the evening frost A paper skeleton strung across the porch Tiny phantoms wandering, beautifully lost Guided by a plastic, battery-powered torch I watch the maple leaves drift to the lawn Such a quiet cul-de-sac, tucked away Waiting for the morning, waiting for the dawn Watching how the neighborhood children play [Pre-Chorus] [Bass guitar enters, steady pulsing eighth notes] Behind the glass, I memorize their routes The rustling fabric of their tiny suits [Chorus] [Full band kicks in, soaring stadium rock anthem] Oh, it’s a perfectly normal night Under the amber of the sodium light A harvest moon painting the avenues gold A comfortable story, peacefully told Just a perfectly normal night! [Verse 2] [Instruments pull back, drum and bass groove] A father pulls a wagon, wrapped in a coat Checking his watch by the driveway gate I hum a quiet, appreciative note Admiring the flavor of suburban real estate The heavy oak door of number forty-two Opens up to hand out chocolate and sweets They have absolutely no discernible clue Who is watching from the edge of their streets [Pre-Chorus] [Building drum beat, rising tension] Behind the glass, I trace the pulsing veins A beautiful harvest, ignoring the rains [Chorus] [Soaring stadium rock anthem, passionate vocals] Oh, it’s a perfectly normal night Under the amber of the sodium light A harvest moon painting the avenues gold A comfortable story, peacefully told Just a perfectly normal night! [Bridge] [The Edge signature delay guitar solo, frantic and sweeping] [Music swells, shifting to a darker minor key] [Vocals shift from warm to menacing] But the glass isn't a window of a home The glass is a windshield, the glass is my dome I flex my jaw, feeling the cartilage pop I shed my disguise, I let the skin drop! [Verse 3] [Heavy, aggressive drum beat, chaotic bass] Not a resident strolling the autumn air But a shadow stretching, crawling from the wood Smelling the iron pumping in their terrified stare The perfect hunting ground, the perfect neighborhood! [Outro] [Vocals wailing, triumphant and terrifying] A perfectly normal night! Lock your doors! Turn off the light! [Guitars fade into feedback] [Heavy breathing] [End]
