Ringing starts, on my phone,
You’re talking with, a scary tone,
You tell me that, you’re all alone,
The aliens, are in your home.

Let it go.
Let it go.
Let it go.

Pull the bed covers over your head,
If you let them win then you’re better of dead.
Let it go.
Pull the bed covers over your head,
If you let them win then you’re better of dead.

Let it go.



Thanks to icleday@hotmail.com for these lyrics]