Touching Down - A Tragedy in Progress

Wheels down!

Wheels down!

Waiting for a sign, wishing conclusion

Wheels down!

Wheels down!

We fell from the sky, no absolution

One becomes two and here’s the truth

And it’s not me, it’s you

Wheels down!

Wheels down!

This destruction belongs to you

From the twisted mass of sharp edges

And deceit crawls perseverance

I’ll carry on

And you’ll burn

From head to feet

Fleeting whispers of where you’ve been

That’s all I hear anymore

I hope you’ve managed a new set of friends

It’s a lonely walk to the shore

White picket fences and a career man, empty shells

They sang «Happiness is a warm gun»

If so, I’ve got some bullets for sale

Was it all you’d hoped for and more?

A life of excess, that time is short

So domestic, a mess of a girl

This disturbance is what you’ve asked for

Was it all you’d hoped for and more?

A life of excess, that time is short

So domestic, a mess of a girl

This disturbance is what you’ve asked for

If we ever cross paths again, I’ll consider it too soon

It’s a hopeless place you’re in

You’ve been replaced with someone new

Was it all you’d hoped for and more?

A life of excess, that time is short

So domestic, a mess of a girl

This disturbance is what you’ve asked for

Was it all you’d hoped for and more?

A life of excess, that time is short

So domestic, a mess of a girl

This disturbance is what you’ve asked for