
The Ones Behind Me
[Verse 1] I was young, had a heart made of gasoline, Left a trail of bad blood where I’d ever been. Now the hallway gets cold when the clock strikes three, And I hear old names getting whispered at me. Every mirror in the house got a face I know, Every shadow moves slow when I tell it to go. I buried those years, but they learned how to climb, Now they knock from the walls when I’m crossing the line. [Pre-Chorus] Piano plays one note, then another one falls, Footsteps echo somewhere deep in the walls. I don't turn around; I already know, Some things you abandon never let you go. I hear them in the rain, I see them in the glass, Feel them getting closer every time I pass. All the doors are locked, but the room ain't safe, 'Cause the past doesn't need a key to get in this place. [Chorus] They're behind me, behind me, walking through the night, No eyes in the darkness, but I feel their sight. They don't say a word, they don't have to speak, Every debt comes knocking when the house goes bleak. Behind me, behind me, closer every day, I run from the shadows, but they know the way. When the piano cries, and the moon hangs low, I hear the ones I wronged say, “Now you know.” [Verse 2] Funny how the years make a monster look small, Till the monster starts waiting at the end of your hall. I remember those nights like a film burned black, Now the faces I forgot keep appearing back. One chair moves softly when nobody's there, Cold breath on my neck, but there's nobody near. I whisper, “I'm sorry,” and the whole room grins, Like they waited all these years to hear it begin. [Pre-Chorus] Piano plays one note, then another one falls, Footsteps echo somewhere deep in the walls. I don't turn around; I already know, Some things you abandon never let you go. I hear them in the rain, I see them in the glass, Feel them getting closer every time I pass. All the doors are locked, but the room ain't safe, 'Cause the past doesn't need a key to get in this place. [Chorus] They're behind me, behind me, walking through the night, No eyes in the darkness, but I feel their sight. They don't say a word, they don't have to speak, Every debt comes knocking when the house goes bleak. Behind me, behind me, closer every day, I run from the shadows, but they know the way. When the piano cries, and the moon hangs low, I hear the ones I wronged say, “Now you know.”


