Tilt

you're shaking bad in your sheets,
convulsing like you didn't eat.
you don't know what's more scary,
your door open or closed.
"do I look like a dead body?"
your jumping jaw asked me
with the funniest smile I've ever seen.
your soul was coming out your eyes.
piles of clothes and photographs
fill the floor where I collapse.
the walls grow blue and
I'm trying to lift my head.
now I'm dying in this living room.
my stomach turns to sand.
yeah, why do I fight the good times
like I'm sure that I'll be damned?
and I fear what I've done
means I've lost what I love.
and I fear what I've done
means I've lost what I've loved.
hardwood floors carry sounds
that carry slow to my ears.
it's the words I can't recognize,
but I'm trying hard to hear.
'cause my eyes can't find the things
that they're looking for down here.
and brown leaves are covering,
another wasted day this year.
the lights strung out across the yard
remind me of a time, oh, when I tried
to be a light, you know, god, I tried to shine.
but the cross seems so high tonight,
and glory I can't find.
oh could you tilt in? would you're leaning down
or would you pull me back inside?
and I fear what I've done
means I've lost what I love.
so carry me home
to the door beneath the sand.
so carry me home
to the sounds of angel bands.
and I fear what I've done
means I've lost what I love.
and I fear what I've done
means I've lost what I've loved.