| As a child | |
| I hid between the pages | |
| Cutting secret phrases overhead | |
| But things we turn our back on when we're older | |
| Only drag us back into our bed | |
| Something's turning over | |
| You'd better get out while you can | |
| Something's turning over | |
| Angels setting fire to the ocean | |
| Pirates making liars out of men | |
| No, I don't think we'll ever see their faces | |
| I don't think we'll ever see the end | |
| Something's turning over | |
| You'd better get out while you can | |
| Something's turning over | |
| Get out while you're young | |
| Get out while you're young | |
| Every now and then | |
| I feel them breathing | |
| Moving through the rooms so quietly | |
| And just because you never hear their voices | |
| Don't mean they won't kill you in your sleep |