Behind you.

Are you even looking anymore?
On the day that you turned away,
Did you lock that door behind you?

But you still have the key to my heart.
And apart we departed,
for the sake of our artists.

Am I talking to the walls?
deeper and deeper darkness calls,
as everything we built, falls.

Are you even looking anymore?
On the day that you turned away,
Did you lock that door behind you?