Look out when you go upstairs
It always knows when you are there
Always there behind your back
Has no name and it’s dressed in black
You know it’s incredibly tall
You know that it’s more than a feeling
It lives where the wallpaper’s peeling
In the hall
Imagination, that’s all
Don’t let on that you’re scared
You’re safe when you’re under the covers
But that doesn’t help when your mother’s
Downstairs
Imagination, my dear, imagination
I lay in bed the other night
Dreamed I saw wild geese in flight
Flapped my arms with all my might
But somehow could not follow
Return to the source of your dreams
Return to the Teddy Bear clover
You may well live it over again
In your imagination
The geese, they were so snowy white
Speckled red in the morning light
If I practice all the night
Then I shall fly tomorrow
Tomorrow when I fly away
Far above the clouds I’ll play
I’ll be back at break of day
My head upon my pillow
Look out when you go upstairs
It always knows when you are there
Always there behind your back
Has no name and it’s dressed in black