It may be my imagination and of course I'm p***e to exaggeration
But in the moth eaten gloom of my shabby room
I saw the strangest manifestation
One possible explanation is that it was merely a trick of the light
But that's little consolation 'cause it's gotten so that I can't sleep at night!!
What Presence?!
What Presence?!
Steppin' out 'neath a harvest moon,
Steppin' out to the strains of this self-same tune
And it's screaming in my ears
Yes it's screaming in my ears
And I'm holding back the tears
'Cause it's screaming in my ears
What Presence?!
What you gonna do when the river runs dry
And there's a harvest moon in the sky
And I can't believe my eyes...
'Cause the river's running dry
But in the moth eaten gloom of my shabby room
I saw the strangest manifestation
One possible explanation is that it was merely a trick of the light
But that's little consolation 'cause it's gotten so that I can't sleep at night!!
What Presence?!
What Presence?!
Steppin' out 'neath a harvest moon,
Steppin' out to the strains of this self-same tune
And it's screaming in my ears
Yes it's screaming in my ears
And I'm holding back the tears
'Cause it's screaming in my ears
What Presence?!
What you gonna do when the river runs dry
And there's a harvest moon in the sky
And I can't believe my eyes...
'Cause the river's running dry