Songtext von Warmer, Warmer

You're blowing through the home like a hurricane Shooting through the rooms like a bullet train Oh no, looking for what you shouldn't You're going to wish you didn't You can find pleasure in the crux of pain It seems you've find a way to dance on your own grave You're digging deeper when you say: Come out, come out I heard such shouting from the wings I know you're up there Lurking ... watching ... We could play a game of hot and cold Your fingers nearly froze looking through those old photos It ain't a memory you're seeking It's more like a feeling Inspiration's a funny thing The more the mind wilts, the more of a wellspring You're getting warmer when you sing: Come out, come out Don't be so proud, so obstinate I know you're up there Out, come out Before i doubt your existence You must be somewhere Out, come out Unveil this shroud wherever you are Whoever you are, or should i say, whatever you are I am, you are, oh-oh, oh-oh I am! i am! Warmer, warmer, house on fire Warmer, warmer, cut the telephone wire Warmer, warmer, cried the farmer's wife Warmer, warmer, with a carving knife Warmer, warmer, squealed the little pig Warmer, warmer, let me in Warmer, warmer! you're getting hot Warmer, warmer! you're burning up Warmer, warmer, or have you had enough?