I sense there's something in the air A whisper soft A shadow's snare The night is cold The stars don't care Though I reach I feel the chill A quiet voice It bends my will It's the nightmare before Christmas When the world feels so withdrawn The clock ticks loud The moment's thin Tragedy dances in the wind The trees they creak The ground it sighs The Moon looks down with hollowed eyes And yet I stand Though courage flies Is this fate or just a dream A broken thread A tangled seam Or maybe more than it would seem It's the nightmare before Christmas When the world feels so withdrawn The clock ticks loud The moment's thin Tragedy dances in the wind But you know, that's not Sally's Song