[Intro] [Sparse detuned music box, distant wood creak, sub-bass drone rising] [Whispered] Don't turn around... [Verse 1] [Breathy, close-mic, barely sung] The house is holding its breath tonight Every wall is leaning in Something shifted in the hallway Where the dark is wearing thin Floorboards creak, but I'm not moving Floorboards creak, and I lie still Something's walking soft and patient Something that has learned my will [Pre-Chorus] [Heartbeat kick enters, guitar tremolo builds] Count the seconds between footsteps Count the breaths that aren't my own The silence has a shape tonight And the shape is not alone [Chorus] [Voice doubles, whispered harmony underneath, drone swells] I am not alone Something's here It's learning how I sleep I am not alone Something's near It's close enough to keep Don't look up Don't look up Don't look up [Verse 2] [Sparse, guitar drops to single notes] Corner of my eye, a shadow Slips behind the door When I turn, there's only nothing But nothing's never felt this sure The air gets thick, the room gets smaller The cold climbs up my spine Something's breathing in the rhythm Of the breathing that is mine [Pre-Chorus] [Heartbeat quickens slightly] Count the seconds between footsteps Count the breaths that aren't my own The silence has a shape tonight And the shape is not alone [Chorus] [Fuller, dissonant strings creep in, whispers layered] I am not alone Something's here It's learning how I sleep I am not alone Something's near It's close enough to keep Don't look up Don't look up Don't look up [Bridge] [Music drops out, near silence, spoken whisper] The blankets at the foot of the bed Just moved Not the way a blanket moves Something is crawling Slowly Toward my knees [Single music box note, then silence] And I can't remember if I locked the door Or if I ever needed to [Instrumental] [Detuned strings swell, dissonant drone, heartbeat accelerating, sudden stop] [Final Chorus] [Whispered, trembling, almost no accompaniment] I am not alone Something's here It's pressing through the sheet I am not alone Something's near And it's cold against my feet Don't look up Don't look up Don't look... [Outro] [Music box winds down, one last floorboard creak, slow fade to hiss] [Whispered] It's already here... [End]
