Someone Was Listening

I sat for so long that I built a home
They'd tap at the windows and think they were bones
Lay hands on the bricks, and I'd swear from inside I could feel it
Now here you are with your mallet and light
Out of your own house, you think it's alright
Don't touch my windows, my bricks, or my rules, I won't hear it

Open the door, how do I know
Stillness means end, or is danger just low?
I do not trust you, don't trust myself
But someone was listening when I called for help

Can't tell the difference on unsteady floor
Will I be rewarded or lose even more?
Safety in numbers
But I never said I was ready

Open the door, what if we find?
One was enough, now we should've stayed blind
I do not trust you, don't trust myself
But someone was listening when I called for help
(I called for help)

Fear is the loudest, but deep down I know
I'd take the terror, then go it alone