| Song | Goblins & Trolls |
| Artist | Quasi |
| Album | The Sword Of God |
| Goblins of memory, creeping through the door - | |
| Trolls of anxiety, crouching on the floor... | |
| & every one was there to haunt me in my fear. | |
| But now that you're near, I can make them disappear | |
| Back to their lair 'til the time when you're not there. | |
| It all spirals wrong when you lie awake 'til dawn: | |
| A meaningless existence & a worthless little song. | |
| Counting sheep never helped me get to sleep, | |
| But sleep comes deep when you're with me in the sheets. | |
| Oh, my dear, make the devils disappear. |