[Intro | pale music box, 8-bit moon chime, choir almost gentle] [Choir, hummed] Ah—ah—ah— the kind night has teeth. [Verse 1 | sung, low] The nightmare broke without a sound A crescent took the bed A pink-white wing said “put it down” And laid a feather in my head I followed comfort through the dark I thought I found a door I didn’t hear the
