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