(Radiator pipe settling, just thermal expansion, right?) (That's an exterior wall. There are no pipes in that wall.) (Who is in there?!) Quarter past three and the kettle is cold House is a hundred and four years old I was sitting reading by the small lamp glow When a knuckle hit the timber three feet low Not a mouse in the insulation eating bread It was three slow knocks level with my head I set the coffee mug down on the wooden crate I felt the temperature drop by the iron grate I put my ear right against the yellowed seam Listening close for a pipe or a beam (It's breathing right in my ear...) Plaster dust is falling down upon the floor Something pacing back and forth behind the door Knock on the drywall, who is inside? (Who's inside?) Nowhere in this house for a man to hide (Man to hide) Knock on the drywall, answering back (Answering back) Watching as the plaster begins to crack (Begins to crack) I grabbed a claw hammer out the plastic tray Told myself I was not going out this way I stood in the center of the Persian mat Wondering what kind of creature was that Then the wallpaper stretched like a rubber sheet Bulging outward right above my bare feet (The wall is moving... it's pushing through!) I raised the steel hammer up above my head Ready to demolish every wooden thread The knocking stopped dead, not a single sound I felt the silence creeping all around Then from right above the ceiling chandelier (IT'S OVERHEAD!) Plaster dust is falling down upon the floor Something pacing back and forth behind the door Knock on the drywall, who is inside? (Who's inside?) Nowhere in this house for a man to hide (Man to hide) Knock on the drywall, answering back (Answering back) Watching as the plaster begins to crack (Begins to crack) (Don't look up.) Knock on the drywall, who is inside? (Who's inside?) Nowhere in this house for a man to hide (Man to hide) Knock on the drywall, answering back (Answering back) Watching as the plaster begins to crack (Begins to crack) I unlocked the deadbolt and backed into the street Took my car keys and left the house complete (Drywall, yeah) (Keep the keys) (That house belongs to whatever is inside the walls now.)
