There is a place in North Ontario (There is a place off the Pacific Coast)
With dream comfort memory to spare
And in my mind I still need a place to go
All my changes were there (changes into a Deep One perhaps?)
Blue, blue windows behind the stars (yikes)
Yellow moon on the rise (Yellow Sign? Aldebaran?)
Big birds flying across the sky (Byakhee flying across the sky)
Throwing shadows on our eyes
Leave us helpless, helpless, helpless.
Baby can you hear me now?
The chains are locked and tied across the door. (R'lyeh?)
Baby, sing to me somehow. (Most Hastur-related magic involves singing . . .)