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?