Death keeps walking me home

(Verse 1) The sterile white, the hum of the machine A war waged in places no one's ever seen They drew the battle lines across my skin Said, "We think we got it, we think you're gonna win." I walked out of that hospital, blinked into the sun Felt like a prisoner whose race was finally run Took a breath so deep it burned inside my chest Thought I'd finally put the weary ghost to rest. (Chorus) But I feel him in the morning, a chill in the air I turn around too quickly, and I swear that he's still there A shadow in the doorway, a whisper in the rain He's the face in the reflection of the window pane I outran the sickness, I got back on my feet But I can hear his footsteps following me down the street I'm living on borrowed time, I know it in my bones And death just keeps on walking me home. (Verse 2) I laugh a little louder now, I hold my friends so tight I try to burn brighter than the fading of the light But every little headache, every sudden ache and pain Is him just tapping on my shoulder once again The doctors say I'm healthy, the scans all come back clear But they don't know the language of this quiet, creeping fear It's a cold spot on the mattress, an echo in the hall A constant reminder that I haven't escaped it all. (Chorus) And I feel him in the morning, a chill in the air I turn around too quickly, and I swear that he's still there A shadow in the doorway, a whisper in the rain He's the face in the reflection of the window pane I outran the sickness, I got back on my feet But I can hear his footsteps following me down the street I'm living on borrowed time, I know it in my bones And death just keeps on walking me home. (Bridge) Some days I almost forget, the sun is on my face I feel a moment's freedom, a moment of pure grace Then a siren wails somewhere far off in the night And he's right there beside me, just outside the light Patient and unblinking, he doesn't have to rush He just watches and he waits in the sudden, awful hush. (Chorus) And I feel him in the morning, a chill in the air I turn around too quickly, and I know that he's still there A shadow in the doorway, a whisper in the rain He's the face in the reflection of the window pane I outran the sickness, I got back on my feet But I can hear his footsteps following me down the street I'm living on borrowed time, I know it in my bones And death just keeps on walking me home. (Outro) Step by step. He's walking me home. Closer now. He's walking me home. ···©️ 2026 Swami Records ··· Lyrics/Syles by Swami Dave