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?