Found Art

Watch your step
But be fleet

There's no need to panic
But we're losing the light
And we haven't built shelter
And it's starting to rain

What if he's watching
What if it comes from the sky
What if it bites
WHat if we're bitten (what if we're bitten!)
What if we're snatched up by our sleep in disguise
Then you boil with fever
Lucid, helpless, hopeless and cold