Who's got your heartstrings now, Miss Leigh?

Whose tugging them taunt?

And which way will you turn?

Stuck in your curdled custard cream brain

It's knocking at your door

Knocking at your door

Knockin' your door

When you think your safe and your eyes,

force-fed invisible string signals

But it pulls, it tugs, it keeps everything

tight

tight

tight

A specter reeling in, reeling in a quick catch

Like all the things before, Miss Leigh