The day is almost over, the sunlight is going
And the people walk in [bad word] unknowing
That there’s something lethal in the air that they can’t see
Now a Time Lord could save me just by turning on a light
But I don’t think that the Doctor’s gonna show up tonight
And so I’m trying to remember what the Library said to me

Gotta focus on all the silhouettes that you can see
Cuz if the number keeps on changing then you’re no use to me

So count the shadows, count the shadows
Cuz they’re edging towards you like a hungry moth to a flame
So count the shadows, count the shadows
Cuz if you’ve got more than one, then you’re the victim that they will claim

In the Library the darkness is waiting to attack
And some explorers went inside but they ain’t [bad word] back
Namely Miss Evangelista, Anita and two guys called Dave
And the Shadows made four thousand other people disappear
And they’ve been hungry and waiting for a whole [bad word] year
For some fresh meat that isn’t gonna register as “Saved”

An invisible carnivorous aggressive Armada
And they go by the name of the Vashta Nerada
thousand thousand million piranhas in the air
The tingle on your skin that you feel in the dark
May be the hungry ones who contemplate leaving a mark
So when you’re reaching for the light switch, make sure you’re prepared