With One Eye Open

Ashes that passed by the light in your eyes
Dust gathered in corners where
Boxes were
In the way
In the way

Sight is a hazy shade of grey
The moment of the restitution
Hear a voice sounds like your name
Questioning your poker face
For the last time
The nickname stuck
And the winner in line at the end
Had to pretend, had to pretend
Not to mind

If guilt were common and envy
Not sheltered from memory
Coming at you like a ghost
It just about gusts from here to be there
It just about gusts from here to be there
Is and isn't
Isn't always is
With one eye open
With one eye open
With one eye open
With one eye open
With one eye



Credits
Writer(s): Barth Beresford
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