[Lyric Note]
From behind the walls, Pollock cautiously observes

[Pollock]
You're blowing through the home like a hurricane
Shooting through the rooms like a bullet train—
Oh no—looking for what you shouldn't
You're going to wish you didn't
You can find pleasure in the crux of pain
It seems you've find a way to dance on your own grave
You're digging deeper when you say:

[Cassius]
Come out, come out
I heard such shouting from the wings
I know you're up there

[Cassius and Pollock, whispering]
Lurking... watching...

[Pollock]
We could play a game of hot and cold
Your fingers nearly froze looking through those old photos;
It ain't a memory you're seeking
It's more like a feeling
Inspiration's a funny thing—
The more the mind wilts, the more of a wellspring
You're getting warmer when you sing:
[Cassius]
Come out, come out
Don't be so proud, so obstinate
I know you're up there
Out, come out
Before I doubt your existence
You must be somewhere

Out, come out
Unveil this shroud wherever you are
Whoever you are, or should I say "whatever you are"

[Polluck, whispers]
I am, you are, oh-oh, oh-oh
[then loudly]
I AM! I AM!

[Lyric Note]
Cassius ascends the attic staircase, timidly. Pollock rises behind the walls and assumes a new vantage point, watching through various peepholes

[Pollock]
Warmer, warmer, house on fire
Warmer, warmer, cut the telephone wire
Warmer, warmer, cried the farmer's wife
Warmer, warmer, with a carving knife
Warmer, warmer, squealed the little pig
Warmer, warmer, let me in
[exclaims]
Warmer, warmer! You're getting hot
Warmer, warmer! You're burning up
Warmer, warmer, or have you had enough?