There's nobody out there
It's just the noise of the wind
There's nobody out there
And nobody getting in

I hope that happiness finds
It's way to your little house

'Cause 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 pour
You get some rest now
You'll worry yourself thin

I hope that happiness finds
It's way to your little house

'Cause while you were sleeping, I
I played a ghost in a sheet
When our frames collide
There's nothing left to be
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
A storm