is that you down there?nat the bottom of the stairs?nleaving footprints & shedding dead hairsnthat i find in the morningnyour warning, your warning, your warningnnyou saynif you're an egg you'll be friednif you're a tongue you'll be tiednif you feel looked at, you'll be scrutinizednif you're thrown, you'll be a long shotnbut in the end you still come down and you're caughtnnbroken windownstolen dial tonenleave me alonenleave me alonenfirst vancouverncorner of my eyencalifornia hide in the trees to cryncross the countrynyeah you followednphiladelphianscared to swallownthe heat heaves withnwith a low moannleave me alonenleave me alonenleave me alonennis that you down therenrattling the fence?nis that you?nis that you?nis that you down therenrattling the fencenwell you've found menyou've found me again