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