There was a child.
And the child was alone,
In a crowded but a lonely world.
The child didn’t scare,
Cause you gotta have someone to scare,
Something,
You must have something,
That would save you from silence,
The child knew that,
The real scary thing was the silence itself
The child didn’t scare
Cause you gotta have someone to scare,
Someone to take you away
Someone to speak,
Someone to fear,
Someone to make you feel,
Someone to save you.
The child was alone,
In a crowded but a lonely world.
A crowded, quiet world.