One Day - Tilt

It got to resembling

A vaudeville show

The show of shows

Such comedy unserpassed

As juvenile theatrics go

But who am I to tell you

To contain yourself

And who are you to

Tell me to control it

When we both have prepared

So carefully

One Day

You’ll know we never

Meant each other harm

In any way

One day

You’ll know we never meant

Each other sorrow

Gotta keep my distance

I keep sifting

Through the loot to

Find the stairs

This business burning

To the ground I can’t look back my

Hindsight seems to be impared

My outlook has no holds

To see out

It’s starting to hurt

When I open my arms too wide

A milky white haze

Invades my vision

My lungs are heavy with your presence

As if you were standing

Right behind me

And I can’t bring myself

To turn around

Gotta keep my distance