Ooh, we're creatures of the night Searching in the darkness Running from the day Hiding from tomorrow Nothing left to say Victims of the moment Future deep in doubt Living in a whisper Until we start to shout

But there's not much I can do here now that I'm living underground Speak now my precious whispers, float softly through the breeze Please float on by my loved ones and let them know that I'm still here So I could see what's down below me, because how I