(HOOK) (2X)

Have you seen a pale gray face in an attic window?
I’ve seen many pale gray faces in attic windows
Have you felt the night chills come over as the wind blows?
I have felt the night chills come over as the wind blows

(VERSE 1)

People tend to obsess when they are searching for answers
Struggling to come with the motive that advances
Themselves in the direction they hope that it will lead them
So they can change your perception on what you don’t believe in
Especially when interviewing witnesses that were
Not wanting attention and had no reason to manufacture
Their accounts in both chilling and unnerving detail
Always prompting debate but also serving to lift the veil

(HOOK) (2X)

Have you seen a pale gray face in an attic window?
I’ve seen many pale gray faces in attic windows
Have you felt the night chills come over as the wind blows?
I have felt the night chills come over as the wind blows

(VERSE 2)

There’ve been numerous incidences exposed as hoaxes
Or embellished and altered over time that it coaxes
Performances even more deceptive that when debunked
Go on to ruin the credibility of the ones
With truly nothing to gain from relating their tales
If not only letting you know you’re not alone and trails
Off of the road you’ve been forced to stay on and made to feel
That you’ve had to keep it inside and however concealed...

(VERSE 3)

As I recall in the days following my encounter
With Edmund Noir the night he died I heard a prowler
Outside my room or so I thought I only caught
A glimpse of silhouetted figure leaving across the lot
Though it was most likely unrelated
I’ve been unable to shake the feeling that I’m under surveillance
By an unknown assailant or several
There ain’t been a day I haven’t lied awake picturing the dreadful
Way he was found they said he was on his back and lying
In a pond outside of town and with no denying
Something strange had occurred cause he was face up
Underneath the water but from only the waist up
With his legs on the edge totally dry
And his eyes open blank and staring up at the gray sky
They hoped the autopsy would reveal the cause of death
But the coroner was just as baffled after the tests
He found no signs of organ failure or foul play
Or any kind of drug in his system plus he couldn’t say
That he drowned they found no water in his lungs so
He had to put down death by reasons unknown
But what was also as perplexing was the fact
They found no other footprints or any vehicle tracks
It was as if he’d walked out there all by himself
Without any history of disease or poor health
I’ve often felt I could have followed him / And hated myself for not
Thinking I could have stopped it from happenin’
I’m back again at retracing his steps
Asking if anybody else had seen him that night and feeling stressed
I’m convinced he must have been the victim
Of a deviously ingenious plot but now I’m catching glimpses
Of shadows in my peripheral
Moving as if they’re stalking me...
Letting me know I’m next if I don’t give up soon