Lyrics

[Lyric Note] From behind the walls, Pollock cautiously observes [Pollock] 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: [Cassius] Come out, come out I heard such shouting from the wings I know you're up there [Cassius and Pollock, whispering] Lurking... watching... [Pollock] 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: [Cassius] 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" [Polluck, whispers] I am, you are, oh-oh, oh-oh [then loudly] I AM! I AM! [Lyric Note] Cassius ascends the attic staircase, timidly. Pollock rises behind the walls and assumes a new vantage point, watching through various peepholes [Pollock] 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 [exclaims] Warmer, warmer! You're getting hot Warmer, warmer! You're burning up Warmer, warmer, or have you had enough?