I don't like this feeling here Something in the air my dear Makes me wanna jump out of my skin But for now let's just lay in bed Scratching noises out of sight Things that go bump in the night Not as strange as they might seem You know, I hear them too Don't be scared, they cannot hear us back Cryptic signs of what's to come The universe's smoking gun This is not the end just yet We still have time to spend Vulnerable as first day born Weary, teary, wise and worn Near-poetic how we are So bare, so close So scared, just ghosts A shell upon the sandy shore Are you ready? Charge on count of One, two, one two three four!