(ŠLittle Atlas 2007)

Falling from a whispered word
A planful, secret thought is born
To take away my special golden ring
Though you may find it quite absurd
And think of me with fleeting scorn
I'm the one who'd lose his precious thing

I believe there's someone after me I can't see

I have this special thing I've saved
And know you want to steal it soon
You covet what you wish you had kept near
I see you as a ghoulish shade
Who sings a melancholic tune
To take away the things that I hold dear

I believe there's something after me I can't see