Their all well hid
their all well hid
it’s over your head, it’s over your head
their all well hid
their all well hid
it’s okay to be scared, it’s okay to be scared.
I don’t understand, a secret’s in there, their all well hid, it’s over your head.


I can tell by the hairs on the back of my neck
I want to move but just stand still
I don’t understand the secrets in there
I need to be scared I need to be scared

Yeow!

The sound of empty leaves on an empty street
There’s no one here but me.
The echo of your own feet.
Imagination playing tricks on me.
The winds whisper in your ear.
“There’s something out there.
There’s nothing out there.”
I can tell by the hairs on the back of my neck, I want to move but just stand there.
It’s over your heeeeeeaaaaad.!.?