Maybe if I don't move an inch The pincers will go easy Can't circulate or regulate the random bits and pieces Is it over? Wrapped up tight, rafters and sheets are all a mess tonight Downstairs the people turned out all the lights Turned up the heat and locked the door In my eyes, sweat beads are dripping And I don't feel right Maybe I'm sleeping with a knife inside Maybe I'm dreaming of a ghost Maybe if I stay calm tonight And try to light a candle The glow inside would find it's way back out And try to change you I'm not done yet Sucking on the last few bits of hope I'm still here is all you need to know Wrapped up tight, rafters and sheets are all a mess tonight Downstairs the people turned out all the lights Turned up the heat and locked the door In my eyes, sweat beads are dripping And I don't feel right Maybe I'm sleeping with a knife inside Maybe I'm dreaming of a ghost