There was a time when I was young A boy with bold ambitions There was a time when I could Tell the crooked from the wicked one There was a song that someone sang A hit of recognition There was a time when I knew you Well enough to know you won't be gone
Come with me tonight Tell me how it feels to be alive
There was a time I had respect A name of reputation There was a time when I could watch Myself without being in disgraced
Come with me tonight Let's find a place where we can hide Come into the light Let me show you how to stay alive
"The word Incubus means to lie on. It was believed that any heavy feeling in bed such as a weight pressing down on your chest specially accompanied by nightmares it was a sure sign that an Incubus had attempted to had nocturnal intercourses with you. Given the religious fervour of the middle ages it's not altogether surprising that the idea of the demon lover was believed to account for this phenomenon."
