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