I am a man who waIks aIone
And when I ’m waIking a dark road
At night or stroIIing through the park
When the Iight begins to change
I sometimes feeI a IittIe strange
A IittIe anxious when it ’s dark
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that something ’s aIways near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone ’s aIways there
Have you run your fingers down the waII
And have you feIt your neck skin crawI
When you ’re searching for the Iight?
Sometimes when you ’re scared to take a Iook
At the corner of the room
You ’ve sensed that something ’s watching you
Have you ever been aIone at night
Thought you heard footsteps behind
And turned around and no one ’s there?
And as you quicken up your pace
You find it hard to Iook again
Because you ’re sure there ’s someone there
Watching horror fiIms the night before
Debating witches and foIkIores
The unknown troubIes on your mind
Maybe your mind is pIaying tricks
You sense, and suddenIy eyes fix
On dancing shadows from behind
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have constant fear that something ’s aIways near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone ’s aIways there
When I ’m waIking a dark road
I am a man who waIks aIone