So I'm treading the slack-line
Those catenary wires
I'm in a gaze, they duck, they dive
Along the ebbing tides
One of these days your corpse
Will wash up on these shores
The blood stains the floorboards
The gun sits in my drawer
One of these days all hell
Will break loose once again
They'll dig up the shipwreck
They'll chalk your silhouette
I have often fantasised
About the dark things I'd do
To someone who took your life
I'd have nothing to lose
One of these days your corpse
Will wash up on these shores
The blood stains the floorboards
The gun sits in my drawer
One of these days all hell
Will break loose once again
They'll dig up the shipwreck
They'll chalk your silhouette

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