Lyric

He stands in the hallway

Where the light won’t land

No eyes in his sockets

Just a grin too wide for a man

I saw him first when I was nine

Behind the curtain, thin as twine

My mother said it was just a dream

But dreams don’t scratch at the window screen

Years went by, but he stayed near

Living off the shape of fear

Every house and every bed

Had his grin inside my head

Don’t say his name

Don’t turn around

The hollow man

Can hear the sound

Grin of the hollow man

Wide enough to swallow me

Grin of the hollow man

Smiling where no face should be

Run through the dark

Run if you can

He’s waiting there

The hollow man

The guitars cry like childhood screams

The drums tear holes in fever dreams

I found his teeth beneath the floor

Arranged in circles by the door

He wore my father’s Sunday coat

With a dead moth crawling in his throat

And when he raised his finger thin

I felt my own mouth start to grin

No eyes

No skin

White teeth

Come in

Grin of the hollow man

Wide enough to swallow me

Grin of the hollow man

Smiling where no face should be

Run through the dark

Run if you can

He’s waiting there

The hollow man