March 31, 2008
We're the rustle in the
bush
And the howl in the wind
We're the face in the
moon
And the figure in the
stars
We're the chimes in the
air
And the leaves on the
street
We're the footsteps in
the woods
And the shadows on the
wall
We're the creaks in the
floor
And the flickers in the
flame
We're the smoke from the
chimney
And the drips in the
sink
We're the goose bumps on
your arm
And the shivers down
your back
We're the voices inside
your head
That keep you up at
night
We build labyrinths and
trap doors
That look like exits
We're just behind you
right now
And we know what your
thinking
We're in your head
We are what you are