Tilt

You're shaking bad in your sheet

convulcing 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

Hardwood floor carry sounds

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 when I tried

to be a light, ya know, god I try to shine.

But the cross seems so high tonight

and glory I can't find.

Oh could you tilt in so 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.