Is someone watching from the street tonight?
Window blinds pulled down real tight
Every windowpane is looking cold and bare
Static electricity is lifting up my hair
Footsteps echoing out in the hall
Shadows dancing on the bedroom wall
A chill in the room that shouldn’t be there
Breathing in the heavy, suffocating air
A little paranoia filling in
Creeping up to my chinny chin chin
Nowhere left to run and nowhere left to hide
Locked in with the terror that is growing inside
Yeah, it’s creeping up to my chinny chin chin
Nowhere left to run and nowhere left to hide
Floorboards groaning under heavy weight
Check the door locks, hope it’s not too late
The television static is a blinding white
Safe inside the day, but a victim to the night
Is that the wind or a hand on the glass?
Counting down the seconds, waiting for it to pass
Every little whisper sounds like a threat
A mind playing tricks that I’ll never forget
A little paranoia filling in
Creeping up to my chinny chin chin
Nowhere left to run and nowhere left to hide
Locked in with the terror that is growing inside
Yeah, it’s creeping up to my chinny chin chin
Nowhere left to run and nowhere left to hide
