In the night, shapes may seem fearful
In the light, they're much more cheerful
Things are not always what they seem

Though things bump and clink and rattle
Don't go jumping into battle
Things are not always what they seem

Half asleep, you hear a peep
And leap to a conclusion
All alone, you start to moan
But it's only an illusion

When the breeze makes curtains flutter
And your knees feel weak as butter
Think - is it real or just a dream?
You may need more information
Could be just your imagination
Things are not always what they seem
Oh, no!
Things are not always what they seem