Slim faced child

The memories slide

Against my mind

And laying on my bedroom floor, young

With your arms crossed to the ceilings

When the aliens came

Oh, and I thought we were safe

But you saw ghosts

In the hallways of our home

And you ran with your hands on your eyes

Wake me up after midnight

With your atlas eyes

Your atlas eyes

And father cried

Hands tight on the wheel

Even heroes break

And walking with your backpack on

Into a white room where smoke filled your eyes

And the monsters came

Oh and I thought you were safe