Fallout

You’d better choose your words with the grace of a second thought.
I can already see them forming, biting behind your lips.
The tension in the air is thick, and your eyes distraught.
We never had all the careful words anyway, we burned those scripts.

I can already see them forming, biting behind your lips.
Your mouth, a mirror of mine, hung open and waiting.
We never had all the careful words anyway, we burned those scripts.
And then it was just you and I, in the glow of the distance we were creating.

Your mouth, a mirror of mine, hung open and waiting.
Every moment lasts a day.
And then it was just you and I, in the glow of the distance we were creating.
We’ve burned every bridge, now all we can do is stay.

Every moment lasts a day.
The tension in the air is thick, and your eyes distraught.
We’ve burned every bridge, now all we can do is stay.
You’d better choose your words with the grace of a second thought.