Verse 1

One hundred doors in a hallway of stone,

You grip the brass handle, you’re going alone.

The lights give a flicker, the hinges complain,

And something is counting your steps in the rain.

Chorus

Keep moving, keep cool, let the old floorboards sing,

There’s a hundred doors and a clue in each thing.

Seek through the shelves, hear the hush, watch the wall,

You can make it through—just don’t answer the call.

Verse 2

Seek streaks down the corridor, blue in his wake,

Figure hears every footstep you make.

Rush sends the lamps into sudden decline,

Hide till the silence says, “Now you’re just fine.”

Chorus

Keep moving, keep cool, let the old floorboards sing,