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



[chorus]

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