There was a time when I was young
A boy with bold ambitions
There was a time when I could tell the crooked from the wicked one
There was a song that someone sung
A hint of recognition
There was a time I knew you well enough to know you won’t be gone
Come with me tonight
Tell me how it feels to be alive
There was a time I had respect
A name, a reputation
There was a time when I could watch myself without being disgraced
Come with me tonight
Let us find a place where we can hide
Come into the light
Let me show you how we stay alive
[spoken]
The word incubus means to lie on
And it was believed that any heavy feeling in bed
Such as a weight pressing down on your chest
Especially accompanied by nightmares
Was a sure sign that an incubus had attempted
To have nocturnal intercourse with you.
Given the religious fervor of the middle ages
It’s not altogether surprising that
The idea of a demon lover was believed to account for this phenomenon.
Into Dawn 