I see you round corners
In the reflections of windows
Sometimes I feel you there
When I look in the shadows
I feel you are waiting
And I know you are close
But no one else can see you
Yet wherever I go
I can see you are watching
Waiting for me to loose my grip
Because I have to hold tightly
Or else I will slip
I’ve been so close
And I feel you with every breath
But that’s what happens
When you’re dancing with death