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 sung
A hint of recognition
There was a time 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 disgraced
Come with me tonight
Let us find a place
where we can hide
Come into the light
Let me show you how we stay alive
The word incubus means
to lie on
and it was believed that
any feeling in bed
such as a weight
pressing down on your chest
especially accompanied by
nightmares
was a sure sign that an incubus
had attempted to have
a nocturnal intercourse with you
Given the religious fervour of
the Middle Ages
it is not altogether
surprising that the idea
of a demon lover
was believed to account of
this phenomenon