Product of Imagination

A story... A cold night somewhere Such a cold night Hands held in fear But it's going to be alright It was a seance But no one really knew What they were doing Or how they were no perform No one knew why they were here Tired, played out and scared Fe

Trouble! I saw in hanging in the night air Exactly as it shouldn't I prayed for it to go its own way Allthrough I knew it wouldn't Who can I tell Who would believe me There's no one else around Something's changing It's moving off now It's not making

I'm a genie From the bottle A voice upon the raw north wind I know you If you hear is good I'll also know if you have sinned You can lead me To a warhorse See me riding on it's back All be with you As you reatreat I will lead the main attack Paradox?