In my dreams I am running from an unknown monster

And I am frantic, hopping fences through the dark backyards of Gladwyn Ave

When suddenly I find myself hopping straight into the deep end

Of the heated glowing in-ground swimming pool of a mansion

There is an old man watching me, he looks exactly like somebody's grandpa

And he is old and I am young and I feel comfort in the hunger in his eyes

Ya know, a swimming pool at night is quite a lot like being in the womb

But a cocoon is no place to face, and find that that which chases you is just your life