[Instrumental emotional sad long piano intro] [Verse 1] He keeps a spare coat hanging by the door Old keys in the bowl, but nobody knocks anymore Counts out the hours by the church bell's drag Black coffee gone cold in a cracked red mug [Chorus] The night belongs to Dracula. (Dracula) He can hear your chain when you turn it wrong at the door The night belongs to Dracula. (Dracula) One soft step, and your hallway ain't yours anymore He don't need permission, he don't need luck The night belongs to Dracula. (Dracula) [instrumental solo] [Verse 2] He reads the mail by the sink in the dark Never signs his name, just a careful mark Window half-open, lace curtain in the breeze Old house creaks like it remembers me [Chorus] The night belongs to Dracula. (Dracula) He can hear your chain when you turn it wrong at the door The night belongs to Dracula. (Dracula) One soft step, and your hallway ain't yours anymore He don't need permission, he don't need luck The night belongs to Dracula. (Dracula) [instrumental solo] [Verse 3] By the corner store, he's just a blur in a coat Buying canned cherries and a bottle for show The clerk says "sir" like he's talking to a wall But the screen door still shivers after he leaves the call And the security camera keeps one red dot on him, blinking all the while [Chorus] The night belongs to Dracula. (Dracula) He can hear your chain when you turn it wrong at the door The night belongs to Dracula. (Dracula) One soft step, and your hallway ain't yours anymore He don't need permission, he don't need luck The night belongs to Dracula. (Dracula) [instrumental solo] [Verse 4] Back at the house, dawn starts pressing at the glass He lays out the curtains, lets the daylight pass Not a monster in a story, not a joke in a book Just a lonely man who never learned how to look [Instrumental long ending] [Bridge] And if you hear that tap on the pane It's not a thunderstorm, it's just his name He stays where the shadows don't ask why Waiting on the edge of a borrowed sky [Outro] So lock the gate, leave the porch on low He won't come rushing, he likes it slow When the whole block sleeps and the clock runs black The night belongs to Dracula. (Dracula) [Instrumental long ending] [End]
