It got to resembling A vaudeville show The show of shows Such comedy unserpassed As juvenile theatrics go But who am I to tell you To contain yourself And who are you to Tell me to control it When we both have prepared So carefully [Chorus] One Day You'll know we never Meant each other harm In any way One day You'll know we never meant Each other sorrow Gotta keep my distance I keep sifting Through the loot to Find the stairs This business burning To the ground I can't look back my Hindsight seems to be impared My outlook has no holds To see out It's starting to hurt When I open my arms too wide A milky white haze Invades my vision My lungs are heavy with your presence As if you were standing Right behind me And I can't bring myself To turn around Gotta keep my distance