

Cold on the bannister,
dust on the frame
I hear my own footsteps calling my name
There was a night I let the silence choose A door left
open, a truth I could lose The house kept still,
but the walls leaned near
Like they had learned the shape of fear
I carried the blame like a coat in rain Too heavy to
warm me, too close to pain
If fate has a face,
it waits at the stair Counting each promise that vanished in air
I know it's coming,
I know it's there
Oh, I was born with a crack in my courage Running from
fire, then calling it fate
Oh, every bell in my chest keeps on tolling Guilt is the
hand at the turn of the gate
Morning came pale through a bruise-colored sky
I tried to confess,
but the words passed me by A photograph trembled,
the window complained And all that I buried came back with the
rain I swore I was innocent,
almost believed Till the mirror returned what the dark had conceived
Run if you want to,
the road bends around Fear wears your footsteps,
it knows every sound Ah,
fate is a wheel and it's dragging me down Oh,
I was born with a crack in my courage
Holding my breath at the edge of the blade Oh,
every bell in my chest keeps on tolling Love left the room
and the reckoning stayed Oh,
hear the night when it speaks through the rafters Nothing forgives what
we bury too late
Dust on the frame,
and a hand at the door
I won't outrun what I ran from before