Intro - Spoken Word] I see you. You right there looking at your phone. No don't put it down down down because I see you HaHa. Just your favorite story teller here. (Heh) Why am I peering through your screen? Well you looked like you could use a distraction and that's a story teller's specialty hahaha yesss no yesss indeed Turn up the volume while I spin you a yarn or two. [Verse 1 - The Waltz Begins strings, a lone music box, soft oom-pah-pah][eerie shhhh chhh chhh in background] The watcher in the tree, with bark upon his skin, The watcher in the bush, where the thorns grow thin. The watcher in your closet, shhh... he sees the look. You're interesting, my dear, he reads you like a book on the shelf And knows you better than anyone else... shhh listen. [Chorus] choir joins, swaying like a chandelier in a draft One, two, three, he's counting your steps, One, two, three, he's holding his breath. He learned your dance before you learned to sway, And he learned your name before you learned to say... [Verse 2] He's not behind you, no, that would be too kind, He's right in front of you, in the back of your mind. In the reflection that lingers just a second too long, In the second verse, darling, of your favorite song. You feel him reading? Page... by page... by page? [Bridge - Whispered Waltz Breakdown all music drops except tick-tock clock and double bass] Shhh. Don't look now. The curtains moved. The hallway's longer than it was this morning, isn't it? He likes it when you notice. It makes the story... richer. Ha. Ha. Ha. [Chorus - Bigger, Uglier] One, two, three, he's inside the walls, One, two, three, he's inside the halls. You locked the doors, you dimmed the lights, But watchers never need an invite. One, two, three, turn around with me. [Outro - Spoken Word + Music Box Fade] And now you feel it, don't you? That little prickle on your neck? Good. That means you're listening. So keep this playing... on loop... on loop... on loop... Because if you stop... He stops watching you... ...and starts coming closer. shhh
