There's nobody out there, it's just the noise of the wind

There's nobody out there and nobody getting in

Hope that happiness finds

It's way to your little house

While you were sleeping I

I played a ghost in a sheet

When our frames collide

There's nothing left to be

There's nobody out there, the rain is just starting to fall

You get some rest now you'll worry yourself thin

Hope that happiness finds

It's way to your little house

While you were sleeping I

I played a ghost in a sheet

When our frames collide

There's nothing left to be

The skeletal wings of birds

I'll take the stairs

The ghosts of tiny animals

With the tiniest of feet

The forecast is going down

A storm

Storm