If You See Light - The Mountain Goats

When the villagers come to my door, I will hide underneath the table in the

dining room

Knees drawn to my chest

When the villagers come to my door, I will breathe shallow breaths from high up

in my stomach

I’ll ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Waiting for the front door to splinter

Waiting all winter

When the villagers come to my door

I’ll be all tucked away with my face to the floor and my eyes closed

And no one knows how to keep secrets 'round here, they tell everyone everything

soon as they know

And then where is there left for poor sinners to go?

Waiting for the front door to splinter

Waiting all winter