So quiet you can hear a pin drop.
My eyes, vigilant and watchful but they soon drop.

The darkness is calling me;
It echoes like music and the bass is about to drop.

Silence.
First it was my eyes, but now it’s my head. Drop.

And all at once, the music’s full blast.
Enough to make my soul drop.

On and on it carries,
And on my pillow is a tear drop.