while the world sleeps
he is out crawling
on your front lawn
and all the subatomic forces
hold the blades of grass together
this is not gravity
and he slips away
here we are, always relative, always moving
the glass in your windowpane
slips and sags to the floor
looking out you see a figure
warped by the spectrum
and in your head you know
light has mass
i tilt my head back to see you
from the window and I'm scared
nothing is the same anymore
and i miss the feeling of your hand on my head
but you push me down
and i cannot breathe
the creature creeps
while the world you live in sleeps
acting like it's paranoid