First Day of Spring - The Horrors

As the whirlwind sets

You will stand on the edge of the world

As the cold wind blows

You will slip through the air like a ghost

Fear sleeps in every corner

Every darkened door, every sound

Quiet lies and hidden rhythm

Silent repetitions going 'round

And you hide yourself away

So you don’t have to run not anymore

And you don’t have anyone

But you don’t have to run

Eyes that seem to know

Follow you to the ledge of the world

Fear sleeps in every mind

There are people long since left behind

Our lives are spent preoccupied

Some will learn to hide it very well