| So quiet | |
| I can hear that the refrigerator is on | |
| I can hear the fabric of your sleeping bag | |
| How it sounds someone else's floor | |
| There was a small riot | |
| That kept me up until dawn | |
| It seems someone had something to say | |
| To the rest of the party out on the lawn | |
| Who called? | |
| What the hell did they say? | |
| Get off the telephone right now | |
| Don't throw another minute away | |
| Please, not today, not today | |
| There's a man around | |
| His face always firetruck red | |
| I've heard there were angels in his head | |
| But now he holds a baseball bat instead | |
| And there that famous sound | |
| That the snow makes under my feet | |
| When a snowball to cold for a snowball falls | |
| Saves me from my impending week | |
| Who called? | |
| What the hell did they say? | |
| Get off my doorstep right now | |
| Don't you dare get in my way | |
| No, not today, not today | |
| Who called? | |
| What the hell did they say? | |
| Get off the telephone right now | |
| Don't throw another minute away | |
| Because there are ghosts, yeah | |
| And they don't even wait to call | |
| They will crawl up in your skin | |
| And they will come out from the walls, if you let them |