Distant Fathoms
Cold dust on the kitchen floor
No light coming through the door
Step light, don't make a sound
Watch the dust-motes spin around (shhh)
Underneath the heavy floorboards
Where the silence starts to swell
We are keeping all the secrets
That we never got to tell
Two shadows on a white wall
Waiting for the sky to fall
No panic in the cold breath
Playing games of sudden death
(tick tock)
Underneath the heavy floorboards
Where the silence starts to swell
We are keeping all the secrets
That we never got to tell
It was always going to end this way (always)