There's nobody out there, it's just the noise of the wind   There's nobody out there and nobody getting in   I hope that happiness finds its way to your little house      ?Cause while you were sleeping   I, I played a ghost in a sheet   When our frames collide   There's nothing left to be      There's nobody out there, the rain is just starting to pour   You get so much there you weary yourself thin   I hope that happiness finds its way to your little house      ?Cause while you were sleeping   I, I played a ghost in a sheet   When our frames collide   There's nothing left to be      The skeletal wings of birds, I'll take the stairs   The ghosts of tiny animals with the tiniest of feet   The forecast is going down a storm, a storm