Desert shadows creep across purple sands. Natives kneel in prayer by their caravans. There, silhouetted under and eastern star, I see my long lost blossom of shalimar You, Misirlou, Are the moon and the sun, fairest one. Old temple bells are calling

No matter what they say... In the house where nobody laughs And nobody sleeps In the house where love lies dying And the shadows creep A little girl hides, shaking, With her hands on her ears Pushing back the tears, 'til the pain disappears Mama says

And everybody's peeking No one makes a sound The shadows are deceiving Paranoid and aroused As the angels put me into the ground Help me, I am breaking And my heart is barely beating And the demons they are creeping around Take me, I am sinking