When the villagers come to my door I will hide underneath the table in the dining room
knees drawn to my chest
When the villagers come to my door I will breathe shallow breaths from high up in my stomach ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Waiting for the front door to splinter, waiting all winter.
When the villagers come to my door I'll be all tucked away with my face to the floor and my eyes closed
And no one knows how to keep secrets 'round here
They tell everyone everything soon as they know
And then where is there left for poor sinners to go?
Waiting for the front door to splinter, waiting all winter.