The tall grass moves, as I flow through I am the chill in the air, around you The dry branch snaps, as I walk past I am the glare that you feel on your back The tracks are left, the snow compressed I am the sounds that make you, second guess The shadows shift, as lights drift by I am the movement in the corner of your eye In the wind I hide In the woods I hide In the cold I hide In the dark I hide In your mind I am alive