Death is a family member it visits so often Knocks on the door like the mailman stopping I set the table but it sits uninvited A shadow in the corner always ignited Oh death at the door I’ve seen you before You pull up a chair like you live here too But I’m not ready not ready for you It knows my secrets whispers them low It tracks muddy footprints wherever I go I lock the windows it picks at the latch A game of hide and seek but it always catches It doesn’t need a key It’s always been free Oh death at the door I’ve seen you before You pull up a chair like you live here too But I’m not ready not ready for you It wears no face but it knows my name A silent guest in a noisy frame I pour it tea but I drink alone A bitter taste as cold as stone