When the noises of the night start to haunt you When the noise in the bushes starts to taunt you When the branches on the tree reach down to tap you When the atlas and highways try to map you When the figures in the fog have finally found you When the edges of your sleep surround you When the creatures of the morning start to watch you When the only other person playing the game says "I caught you" I got your back We are one when we get going on So don't rest now, wake now, wake, don't rest