The Porch Watcher (final)

Intro

(Meow-pitched giggle)

Verse 1

Stretching whiskers wide

Golden eyes perceive the dust

Something stirs inside

Underneath the rotting rust

Pre-Chorus

A phantom twitch within the fur

Old instincts start to wake

Forget the bowl of cream for her

The foundation starts to shake

Chorus

She wakes to the rustle

She wakes to the chase

A sudden rush of feeline muscle

Across this empty space

Mouse beneath the porch boards

Living in the shade

Ancient hunters drawn to wards

Decisions must be made

(Meow-pitched giggle)

Verse 2

Gray fur skitters fast

Small paws drumming on the pine

Morning dream has passed

Shadows trace a thin design

Pre-Chorus

A phantom twitch within the fur

Old instincts start to wake

Forget the bowl of cream for her

The foundation starts to shake

Chorus

She wakes to the rustle

She wakes to the chase

A sudden rush of feeline muscle

Across this empty space

Mouse beneath the porch boards

Living in the shade

Ancient hunters drawn to wards

Decisions must be made

(Meow-pitched giggle)

Bridge

The sun climbs high

The mouse retreats

One must live

One must eat

The circle turns in silence

Chorus

She wakes to the rustle

She wakes to the chase

A sudden rush of feeline muscle

Across this empty space

Mouse beneath the porch boards

Living in the shade

Ancient hunters drawn to wards

Decisions must be made

(Meow-pitched giggle)

Hook

Whiskers twitching

Paws are itching

Dreams are slipping

Time is tripping

(Giggle)