Up the backless staircase, to the dark ahead This is the loft of my place, with memories long dead Oh, but yesterday I heard it, with it's haunting mournful cry, I don't know how I'll word it, but I'll look it in the eye CHORUS: Something's Up in the loft, better shake it down Cobweb trim on a corseted gown, Mirrors reflecting an alien face, daggers dissecting and leaving no trace Something's Up in the Loft A brown and binded ledger, with a spider squished inside I trimmed it with the edger, but the stain I couldn't hide I glanced upon it's pages, my heart had filled with dread "Thou art doomed throughout the ages", was all the damned thing said BRIDGE: Shadows dancing on the wall, Footsteps sounding down the hall, The candle's short but the flame burns tall, Something's Up in the Loft I dusted off the steamer trunk, I broke the frozen latch I opened to some slimy gunk, with an egg about to hatch The room filled with a thin glow, the egg began to sway So I threw it out the window, and watched it fly away