Maybe if I don't move an inch
The pincers will go easy
Can't circulate or regulate the random bits and pieces
Is it over?

Wrapped up tight, rafters and sheets are all a mess tonight
Downstairs the people turned out all the lights
Turned up the heat and locked the door
In my eyes, sweat beads are dripping
And I don't feel right
Maybe I'm sleeping with a knife inside
Maybe I'm dreaming of a ghost

Maybe if I stay calm tonight
And try to light a candle
The glow inside would find it's way back out
And try to change you
I'm not done yet

Sucking on the last few bits of hope
I'm still here is all you need to know

Wrapped up tight, rafters and sheets are all a mess tonight
Downstairs the people turned out all the lights
Turned up the heat and locked the door
In my eyes, sweat beads are dripping
And I don't feel right
Maybe I'm sleeping with a knife inside
Maybe I'm dreaming of a ghost