I'm the jerk when your feet off the bed

And I would tug at your teeth if my reach could extend

Well, I'm the shadow when you jolt wide awake

Silhouettes of these ghosts and the cold to your face

I'm the whistle in the wind when it blows

Tiptoe through the dark, head low if I'm close

And I'm the shiver when your spinal contracts

Mike spit a line and it be like knives in your back

Well, I'm the door when it close by itself

Yeah, you know what you felt and it's shown by the welts

I'm the dream you suppress every night

Been alone with the dark, so I enclose with this light now

I'm the flicker of the flame on your candle

All windows shut, remain the gust of a phantom

And I'm the sun when it goes down to sleep

Lowered to this hole, who know they'd dig me one so deep?