It lives in my head, it's about being dead, and eating toast with fragile ghosts
But what do they know? They want to chop off my toe, and scream in my ear!
But I know they're not real, cos they're really not here!

They come from below, or maybe up above
They twist and they turn, and they push and they shove
But still I know they're not real! 

I wish they'd leave me alone so I could be on my own 
But when I open my eyes, I can see they're still here
But there's noone to tell, because they're all under a spell 
Cast long ago by those I don't know

They think they live in a town when they live down a well
They think it's heaven, but it's actually hell
It'd be so unkind to break such a spell
Because nobody wants to be stuck down a well