There’s a shadow on the staircase Counting every breath I take Wood and stone remember footsteps That no living heart could make Curtains move without a whisper Moonlight trembles on the floor Something stands beyond the threshold Waiting just outside the door ... I feel it in the silence In the air before a storm A presence made of hunger A shape without a form ... You’re the knock I never answered You’re the chill beneath my skin Every mirror holds your question Every night you’re stepping in You don’t need to say your name I’ve known it from the start You’re the echo in the darkness Beating like a second heart ... Footsteps circling the tower Slow and measured, never rushed Ancient eyes behind the window Watching while the world is hushed Crimson stories stain the silence Written where the light won’t stay Promises carved into shadows That the dawn can’t wash away ... I hear you in the stillness In the space between each breath A whisper dressed in velvet With the patience born of death ... You’re the knock I never answered You’re the chill beneath my skin Every mirror holds your question Every night you’re stepping in You don’t need to say your name I’ve known it from the start You’re the echo in the darkness Beating like a second heart ... If I let you cross the doorway If I let you taste the light Would you turn the fear to longing Would you turn the wrong to right Or would I become the silence In the tower, cold and tall Just another distant heartbeat In the shadow of it all ... You’re the knock I never answered You’re the chill beneath my skin Every mirror breaks around me Every night you’re drawing in You don’t need to say your name I feel it in the dark You’re the hunger in the silence You’re the fire without a spark ... There’s a shadow on the staircase… And it’s closer than before.
