Lyrics

I won't be coming by your place tonight
There's something wicked going on
Strange voices fuel the flicker of the fire
There's something wicked going on

I won't be hanging by the bridge tonight
That moon, his crooked little smile
My palms are sweating, though I can see my breath
Dark night around me turning wild

But in the murky fog
I see your face
But I can't remember your name

There's something wicked going on
There's something wicked going on
When I look into your eyes
And the crows begin to cry
I see you're gone
There's something wicked going on

I won't be walking by the river now
The water flows cold, black, and unforgiving
There's something wrong, I guess I felt it all along
Like I'm the dead among the living

But in the murky depths
I see your face
So familiar, with a name I just can't place