Paroles de One Day

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 eachother harm in any way, one day you'll know we never meant eachother 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.