Fault Line

Grey skies and lightening

Through clouds of worry

It’s hard to find you in silver lining

When you see me in black and white

Heartache weather is wearin’ me

Can’t tell these days who’s gonna leave

My guess time will tell

Can space heal just as well?

You, you’re not what I’m used to

I’m hanging on hold

You dangle your string

Deflecting the shit

That your turning on me

Love-bomb me under ya landslide

Then cut back and run with my hands tied

I’m caught between you and the fault line

No word of warning but I’ll try

Circle round the shells in the hallway

I tampered my blood to fix what was said

But who am I to save it now

So go ahead and take a bow

You, you’re not what I’m used to

You’re calling the shots

Your gun in my cheek

Drunk on belief that ya bloods made of wine

Love-bomb me under ya landslide

Then cut back and run with my hands tied

I’m caught between you and the fault line

No word of warning but I’ll try

You feared I’d abandon

But you fled the scene

You lined up the pieces

And blamed it on me

No damage control

A flood in my eyes

Guess I’ll take the high road

And pay me the price