The Mountain Goats If You See Light

When the villagers come to my door
I will hide underneath
the table in the dining room
Knees drawn to my chest

When the villagers come to my door
I will breathe shallow breaths
from high up in my stomach
i'll ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Waiting for the front door to splinter
waiting all winter.

When the villagers come to my door
I'll be all tucked away
with my face to the floor
and my eyes closed

And no one knows how to keep secrets 'round here
They tell everyone everything soon as they know
And then where is there left for poor sinners to go?

Waiting for the front door to splinter
waiting all winter.