Watching the Door

There's a note on the fridge

With a hand-drawn line (shhh)

A voice on the speakerphone

Static on the line

Watching the door like it owes you money

Shoes kicked off in the hallway

(wait for it) (who is there?) Shadows stretching long across the floor

We don't talk about it anymore

Lock the latch, hold your breath

We are living on borrowed time

Lock the latch, face the threat (oh-oh-oh)

Leaving the porch light on

Wait for the latch to click

Silent hallway,

cold concrete

Lock the latch... (shhh)