The day is almost over, the sunlight is going   And the people walk in shadows, completely 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 never coming 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 damn 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   A 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