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. 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