The wind whispers my name,
sending a chill down my spine.
You may think I seem insane,
but darling I'm fine.
Hush, don't say a word,
They're still staring.
You may be praying to the lord,
but your life, they're sparing.
They see that your scared,
and that your soul screams,
but obviously, they cared,
because you're still alive, it seems.
Do you feel that breeze?
They're coming nearer.
Does it make you freeze?
their voices getting clearer.
They stretch out their hands
to rip at the air,
They fly to your window, and silently land,
Please, don't go out there.