Are you stuck in your bed Like a song in your head Got a cold sweat, X's for eyes Eating words, breathing fire You feel old, you feel tired Every little sound is an unpleasant surprise You can't run, you can't hide You can't feel anything inside You want to die Told you once, told you twice You won't take any good advice And so you suffer Cauldron in the middle of the night Add the barley, add the rye Over the fire, stir and let it lay In the magic of the pale moonlight It's ready come and have a taste I hold my breath as I watch your face You've no longer x's for eyes Every sound is not an unpleasant surprise