When the sun goes down
And the stars come out to play
Something horrible lies, lurking,
At the edge of day

When the sun goes down
And disappears beyond the trees
You can hear their evil whispers
Being carried by the breeze

When the sun goes down
And all the children are inside
All the shadows creep away
From all the places that they hide

For when the sun goes down
The temperature--it drops
And every single conversation;
Every whispered story stops

And every single person
stops and turns to face
the shadows known as darkness
Creeping out from their hiding place