Quick reflections in the mirror
They are watching you
The shadows in the corner
They are watching you
The creeking of the stairs
They are watching you
The glance from the eyes
They are watching you
You know they are there
That tingling at the back of your hair
You feel them near your side
You have nowhere to hide
Looking through your window
They are watching you
Something moves in the attic
They are watching you
Hiding underneath your bed
They are watching you
Dark corners within your mind
They are watching you
They say you can not see the dead
But you feel them in your head
You can feel them reaching out
No one can hear you shout
Trapped by the locked door
They are coming for you
All you can do is shiver
They are coming for you
Nowhere left will keep you safe
They are coming for you
You have nowhere left to run
They are coming for you
They are watching you
The shadows in the corner
They are watching you
The creeking of the stairs
They are watching you
The glance from the eyes
They are watching you
You know they are there
That tingling at the back of your hair
You feel them near your side
You have nowhere to hide
Looking through your window
They are watching you
Something moves in the attic
They are watching you
Hiding underneath your bed
They are watching you
Dark corners within your mind
They are watching you
They say you can not see the dead
But you feel them in your head
You can feel them reaching out
No one can hear you shout
Trapped by the locked door
They are coming for you
All you can do is shiver
They are coming for you
Nowhere left will keep you safe
They are coming for you
You have nowhere left to run
They are coming for you
copyright Chris Smith 2009
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