When you’re walking home by amber light You’re not alone When you’re lying in your bed at night You’re not alone We’ve been listening to echoes from long ago When you’re looking at the sky just know You’re not alone Have you seen the lights they talk about In this sleepy town Just above the tower hovering They haunt this town Whispers of urban myth, they watch the clouds Have you seen the lights they talk about In this sleepy town Everyone’s got a story here You won’t believe ‘Cause something’s in the air around here It’s hard to breathe Tales of this and that, blurry photographs Everyone’s got a story here You won’t believe Have you opened your curtains? Have you looked out tonight? Have you started to question? Have you seen the lights? Are you looking for answers? Have you looked to the sky? Have you lifted skyward? Have you seen the lights? Almost glowing Will they be in the air tonight?

There's someone at the door ⁠There’s someone at the door Cold night Who am i? Shapes are by my night light And though i can't be sure ⁠ Cold night Who am i? Taken by the bright light And there's someone ⁠ There's someone by the door ⁠ I realize i can't feel my form Like my nerves retracted from my arms, it feels Like i can't control myself ⁠ I realize this is not my bed Like I've been sleep walking again Like i did when i was a kid ⁠ Cold night Who am i Shapes are by my night light And though i can't be sure ⁠ Cold night Who am i Taken by the bright light And though i know it's there ⁠ My feet can't feel the floor ⁠ And though I can't be sure ⁠ That's not my door My dog's not barking at Can't see him in the black ⁠ That's not my walls How are they not my walls? ⁠ Is this all there is? Is this all there is? I know you're there I can't see you, but I know you're there ⁠ Oh, is it ever a cold night Hope I remember who am I And though I can't be sure ⁠ Oh, is it ever a cold night All's I remember the bright light And there's someone ⁠ There's someone by the door ⁠ Oh is it ever a cold night ⁠ There's someone by the door

Monday, March 25th, 2002 I've arrived in Windom Charlotte Bell, daughter of Mayor Winston Bell, 19 years old Missing for six days before the case got kicked over to me The police report is full of details that don't make sense. Seems the cops did a poor job securing the area and categorizing the evidence The report says all of the doors and windows in the house were open, and on the table there was a spoon still spinning on its head Six days is a long time for a missing persons case to have no detective Sounds like her dad, the mayor was adamant she'll turn up. My first interview will be with Stephen Morgan, the boyfriend of the missing girl He talked to her the night of, he was the first to get the police involved All the locals are closing their blinds as I drove by Seems like they've all got something on their minds that they can't articulate I've got my work cut out

I was with her the day before I’m sure you saw my name on the report The police department, they were no use So I guess my faith, it's now with you She talked of nightmares and dreams she had I could see her eyes looked kind of sad She said she needed some fresh air So we got in her car to drive nowhere You see in windom there ain’t much to do But cruise around the lake and just enjoy the view The woods and stars, the rolling hills Every moment sticks with me still I’ve been watching her dog, it’s sure That something’s standing outside the door I’m worried charlotte is not alright I’ve barely slept since that night I dropped her off at five that day Said she was heading home, once she filled her tank Been going crazy, been down every street Stapling posters to every tree I shout her name into the sky Stare at the ceiling every night Please find her, she’s all I got Don’t want to be alone Or her to be alone

We sat on the pavement outside my normal booth He said the name's maxwell, I already knew And everyone knows everyone around here I knew that charlotte's gone I'd seen her the night before, I thought she looked distraught ⁠ I know the mayor, the two were on the rocks And I know that stephen said her car was at her house It's a gas station, everyone here looks unhappy Why only they do know ⁠ They said that they'd find her, but I know they lied They caught her on camera but the footage was fried And Windom lives and breathes, but it isn't kind Everyone knows everyone, but everyone lies, wo-oah ⁠ We're the only place open after five... why? And mary’s she convinced that’s the way I’ll die They said there has to be an easy answer But I’ve lived long enough to spot bedside manners And Windom seldom talks and it isn’t heard Everyone knows someone who’s gone lost inside her Save me, save me This purgatory I’m just a small part in another story Leave me be And everyone knows everyone around here But we don’t know anything at all I wish I could help your case But I don’t know anything They said that they'd find her, but I know they lied They caught her on camera but the footage was fried And Windom lives and breathes, but it isn't kind Everyone knows everyone, but everyone lies, wo-oah

I get it, it's your job But you don't know her like I do There is no crime here No leads left to pursue As her father I should know Because she's done this before She'll be back before you know Knocking on this door Every time life gets hard She runs off chasing dreams She thinks her life is so tough Won't take responsibility Everything I ever did Was for her to succeed Wouldn't listen to me And everything I ever said Had lessons underneath Could have gone perfectly But she had to run away Max, I tried to raise her right Taught her faith and national pride Got her into the best school of law But she wasted her time learning to draw I told her art won't pay the bills Or live up to the family name At seventeen she ran away 2 months and she was back again Just like i said Everything I ever did Was tough love to keep her on The straightened path And everything I ever said Like that boy's no good for you From the wrong side of the tracks Just wait she'll be back You see this town is all bent up Superstitious and afraid With all of your sniffing around It gets worse every day So you'll get no more help from me

Out by cottonwood lake there's a house no one lives in And its halls are walked by the dead, or so it's said I feel it's cold eyes on me Oh detective, I just want you to know What you’re up against And I saw Ms. Bell that evening She made sounds that I'd never heard I begged those spirits come take me But I guess I didn't have the resolve And I was there that day in Warren The angels took my love to the sky I look for him every morning He'd said he'd never leave my side

Well if it isn’t Detective Owen? You have come to the right guy. I know the truth about Charlotte, about this whole town I have been collecting all this evidence for years And I can’t wait to show it to you Uh, I mean, where do It start, uh They’ve been watching us for as long as anyone can remember And I mean, every other night even you, yourself can go out and look and see the lights by the tower. I… I’ve got photos, I’ve got video Anything you want, you can see for your own eyes For years, people have shot me down and called me CRAZY, but you just have to open your eyes. Look at those lights! You can’t tell me that’s a satellite! I… I don’t know what they want I don’t know why they take some of us Uh, maybe this will be a new Tunguska Honestly it could be anything. And yes, the people of this town are really superstitious But for good reason dude! They have always been here, experimenting with us… Do you know why every store in town closes at 5? That’s uh, really early right? Well people around here happen to go missing after dark. For example, 1992, Jim and Cheryl Smith, disappeared while out for a walk. ‘95 Emmit Carlson vanished from his home 1999, Emily Harding went missing on her way home from work And so many more, all at night, and every time there were sightings of strange lights. Also, there are the strange formations showing up in the corn fields south of town And, don’t forget about the glowing eyes and shadowy figures seen out by Cottonwood Lake I mean the evidence is all around us that something weird is going down in Windom And, I mean, if you’re not going to help, I don’t know who will. I’m in this alone And I gotta know What the truth is How deep does it go? We’re in this alone And we gotta know What they’re hiding What they haven’t shown Unknown You BET the government’s in one this It’s a HUGE cover up. Some people think that it would be impossible for these things to be covered up by the government. But they’ve done it before, just look at MK Ultra I've got uh… Look, I’ve got a tape here from a government employee who was at the Roswell incident It explains it all, the bodies found there, the autopsies afterward The funny thing is is that guy was found dead just a couple of days after the interview What a coincidence right? Oh! And this tape in particular… Oh this one should interest you. This one involves Mayor Winston Bell You’ll want to listen to this I’m in this alone And I gotta know What the truth is How deep does it go? We’re in this alone And we gotta know What they’re hiding What they haven’t shown Unknown

Detective's log Wednesday, March 27th, 2002 Every interview I've conducted has resulted in more questions than answers But frankly, most of what I've uncovered is complete nonsense Superstition Since I first interviewed her, I was contacted again by the widow She gave me instructions on a ritual and told me, 'When i meet them, take the gem' And this conspiracy nut handed me a box of tapes. I've thumbed through them I'd be surprised if any of them even play. Some are marked with dates, or codes But most of them are unmarked. Perhaps a copy of a copy of a copy These are all distractions and dead ends. I ask the townsfolk about Charlotte and they spin tales of ghosts There's been strange reports from a farm south of town. A long shot, but might as well check it out Someone here knows what happened. There has to be someone

Saw a saucer by the grain silo Just before it zipped away Caught someone rustling through the field that night I couldn’t see their face They thought the kids were responsible for the symbols left there But I think that’s not true Found another bull dismembered Surrounded by scorched grass A low hum echoed across the hills that morn Almost felt like i dreamed that But can you hear it? Saw a saucer by the grain silo Just before it zipped away Caught someone rustling through the field that night I couldn’t see their face They thought the kids were responsible for the symbols left there But I think that’s not true I tried to tell them what i saw The ones I trust are just laughing about it Crop circles Try to listen With your ears and not your head We were all once skeptics Crop circles I’ve lived here Thirty years and i know the threat Better open your eyes instead

I have no self control And there’s something by my hotel window This dreary world has influenced my dreams I’m slipping towards eternal trance, it seems And there’s eyes Impossible amounts of eyes No disguise, just stacks and stacks of eyes Ever knowing, ever growing What do they want to see? Those eyes, impossible amounts of eyes Dilated and coordinated eye lines And irises as black as the nights outline Dilated and coordinated eye lines And irises as black as the nights outline This dreary world has influenced my dreams I’m slipping towards eternal trance, it seems And there’s eyes Impossible amounts of eyes No disguise, just stacks and stacks of eyes Ever knowing, ever growing What do they want to see? Those eyes, impossible amounts of eyes Detective Owens Wednesday March 27th, 2002 Off the record Can't sleep Im haunted by visions of a terrible present Need to stay awake for now. These unmarked tapes will have to do

"It was July 7th, 1947. I was part of uhh the 509th operations group. We had received word of some kind of craft crashing on a ranch just outside Corona. They gave us a cover story that it was a weather balloon, but the truth is we didn't really know what it was- no one did." A crash in the desert of New Mexico Definitive proof that we're not alone They hid all the wreckage but we all should know The secret in the desert of New Mexico "A lot has been said about the debris we recovered there, but what most don't know is that we recovered some bodies from the site. Two… humanoid beings. They had large black eyes. ...And the government doesn't want you to know about this. That's why they kept it hidden all these years." An air force base in New Mexico An autopsy on a being so unknown Glen Dennis tried to tell us years ago What happened at the base in New Mexico Unidentified Things patrol the sky They do Looked them in the eye Kept this all my life The truth Unidentified Things patrol the sky They do Looked them in the eye Kept this all my life The truth I was there then In '47 I was there then I was there I was there I was there I know the truth

Therapist- Winston Bell, 19. Session 23. November 13th, 1968. Recounting a childhood trauma through regression hypnotherapy. T- Can you tell me where you are? Winston- I’m by my living room window. T- And what brought you here? W- That’s difficult to answer. It feels like I was looking for something outside. T- Do you remember that night? W- I do, but like I would a dream. I couldn’t move. T- Where are you? W- In my room, but… there’s something unnatural. T- In your room? W- Outside? Inside? It’s so bright… my ears ring… T- And what do you see? W- The door? Shadows? Eyes? T- Eyes? What eyes? Whose are they? Winston? Winston, calm down, what eyes? W- *screaming* T- Winston, open your eyes. Stasis grips my bones As I'm dragged out from my home Faces, the starship drones Stumbling towards the midnight glow Like staring at a dying star I don't know where we are But the light seems to spread so far Through the dark Now I see the cosmos Were they always there? And the starlight More colors, the more I stare And the stars, the stars How's there so many? The cosmos More colors, the more I stare Now they strapped me to a metal bed Near jars of floating heads All their faces twisted up With a look of dread Like a sick lab rat, like an animal Now they got me in a pale white room A cold synthetic womb All their gear and instruments And the pungent fumes Like a sick lab rat, like my name's John Doe And I will never find a way that doesn't leave me dead And I will never find a way to leave here And I will never find a way that doesn't leave me dead And I will never find a way to leave here I will never find a way I will never find a way to leave here I will never find a way I will never find a way to leave here Looking up at empty eyes I feel it cut into my skin A sting of pain, a blinding light Like all my pores are stuck with pins A metal chip lowered inside Attaches to my open flesh A sudden shock that won't subside Sewing on a white hot mesh Searing the skin back in place My ringing ears, my gritting teeth I cannot run, I can't escape The contraption ensnaring me Pull the trigger into your sleep and They will surely be on time Eyes are filled with emptiness and I have surely lost my mind

Detective's log Friday? Saturday? I'm losing track of time, I haven't slept for nights What do they get out of this? Extra terrestrials? What are they after? The mayor collapsed at a press event and screamed something the bystander's couldn't understand. The doctors at the hospital thought he was fine initially, but they found something in his arm. Couldn't identify the metal, but it's been there for years The police can't do a single thing, they have no framework to work with. Can't see it, don't hear it, don't understand it The kid at the gas station's missing. Stephen talked big about finding Charlotte and then booked it out of town No one's left. All that I have is this ritual. The instructions are clear but what it does isn't. They're close, though, and they've been getting closer all week

First, wake when it’s half past midnight Sneak down to the largest clearing I feel their eyes awaiting I’ll be with them soon Move past the water And find the last of the stones And everything has got purpose here I wish that I knew that back then With stone in hand Break (break) the first of the stones (the first of the stones) I hear their unearthly chatter I’ll talk with them soon When I first came here I thought I could trust between my ears But I can’t know everything I wish that I knew that back then I wish that I knew that back then I wish that I knew that back then Palms up, with both stones broken Cast them to the water I can’t know anything I wish that I knew that back then I wish that I knew that back then I wish that I knew that back then

Wrapped up in a womb of chrome They know a known we'll never know Green lights fade from all I see In the room I recognize a face One I've learned pouring over the case I've found the only Charlotte Bell Here we sit In low orbit A metal ship With no exit Gotta get out Gotta get out of here Before it's too late It's all becoming so clear Now that I've come so far Nowhere to turn around I'll crack the case and pull this place apart Now the beings all huddle 'round A treasure older than anything found Recall the widow told me "take the gem" Gotta get out Gotta get out of here Before it's too late It's all becoming so clear Now that I've come so far Nowhere to turn around I'll crack the case and pull this place apart Take the gem Take the gem Take the gem Take the gem *alien screams*

We awoke, heads pounding, in a field of corn Somewhere south of town in the early morn' That jet black stone Still in my palm Studied the sky Just walls of clouds I helped her to her feet and we made our way Up along the river to the old café She has been found Talk of the town And all I know is it still freaks me out I drove that night, all alone Paranoid of the stars as they shone I've got so much more to figure out But some things don't have the proof I guess I'll leave those secrets there with you Something 'bout that gem gave me such unease Like a December chill on a winter's breeze A sense of dread Through my head Visions of The world's end I buried it somewhere in the woods up North With the hills and the trees, like a tale of yore I don't know where I'll go now And all I know is it still freaks me out I spend my time all alone Don't even feel safe when I am at my home I've got so much more to figure out But some things don't have the proof I guess I'll leave those secrets there with you