Tilt

Tilting on the line
I'm waiting for the high to kick in

Filmy yellow light
Watching over me

What ruling passion then becomes
When you cease to be anyone

Love sick to the bone
I feel the pull of night beginning

Low lit but still shown
Hanging over me

I'm sure
Nothing ever felt so pure
Again
I see
You Tilting on the edge of your seat

I'm sure
Nothing ever felt so pure
Again
I see
You Tilting on the edge of your seat

Tilting on the line
I know today my end will meet me

Sweet and vicious life
But a memory

All in all it's hard to tell, unearth and thus reify hate for
Your waking state the only place
You'll feel and taste the burning need for more

I'm sure
Nothing ever felt so pure
Again

I'm sure
Nothing ever felt so pure
Again
I see
You Tilting on the edge of your seat

I'm sure
Nothing ever felt so pure
Again
I see
You Tilting on the edge of your seat

Christopher Adams, Nik Soelter & Jeff Day