I'm the jerk when your feet off the bed And I would tug at your teeth if my reach could extend Well, I'm the shadow when you jolt wide awake Silhouettes of these ghosts and the cold to your face I'm the whistle in the wind when it blows Tiptoe through the dark, head low if I'm close And I'm the shiver when your spinal contracts Mike spit a line and it be like knives in your back Well, I'm the door when it close by itself Yeah, you know what you felt and it's shown by the welts I'm the dream you suppress every night Been alone with the dark, so I enclose with this light now I'm the flicker of the flame on your candle All windows shut, remain the gust of a phantom And I'm the sun when it goes down to sleep Lowered to this hole, who know they'd dig me one so deep?