[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?