I am the key to the lock in your house
That keeps your toys in the basement
And if you get too far inside
You'll only see my reflectionIt's always best when the light is off
I am the pick in the ice
Do not cry out or hit the alarm
You know we're friends till we dieAnd either way you turn
I'll be there
Open up your skull
I'll be there
Climbing up the wallsIt's always best when the light is off
It's always better on the outside
Fifteen blows to the back of your head
Fifteen blows to your mindSo lock the kids up safe tonight
Shut the eyes in the cupboard
I've got the smell of a local man
Who's got the loneliest feelingThat either way he turns
I'll be there
Open up your skull
I'll be thereClimbing up the walls
Climbing up the walls
Climbing up the walls
Songwriters
COLIN CHARLES GREENWOOD, EDWARD JOHN O'BRIEN, JONATHAN RICHARD GUY GREENWOOD, PHILIP JAMES SELWAY, THOMAS EDWARD YORKEPublished by
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