Debris - Theatre Of Tragedy

While he was asleep holding her hand

The dreams smouldered

She opened her heart, he tore it apart

Gazed into his smile

He said he had constraint

He was ostracised and feint

She had gone over and under

A tattoo of a loser

These are the rings that fell apart

These are the things that tore his heart

These were the dreams that he was causing

These were the gleams that she was pausing

We’re nothing but debris

Floating on a silver lake

There’s nothing left to take

As we slowly fall apart

We unite you through me

As we separate with fate

We’re nothing but debris

Her words confound, dim and unsound

Daring the logic

Defying off-hand, nothing unplanned

Phase into the vile

Let me speak again, pursue the praise — not too soon

In two yields construed by me and you

Tracing the cause and case

As we stand here face to face

Simple twofoldness is our brace

That makes it feel like you and me

Opportunity isn’t what we lost

We have lost our senses

Walk with me now to another place

Where no one else has been before