Turn the light on tonight. The electrical fire is taking up my oxygen. I move my mouth to say your name. But nothing ever came, nothing for hours. . Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready? I am.
You are the whisperer, you are the unborn son. You are the look of mis-deception in the eyes of all the people you love. You are the whisperer, you are the new born.
You will find your hope amongst the crowds. Of all the people you've let down. We'll find a way to make this okay. . Yeah, we skipped through the night.