Old Fuel

The art of seeing eye to eye

The fog or war is on the rise again

It’s strange

I cannot recall calling in at all

Losing line of sight

Target: My pride, before the fall

It skillfully eludes

my crosshairs and the noose

Hiding in plain sight, I miss, we fight

and it is on again

I’ll aim for your feelings

On again

and fire is returned

Time’s run out in search of a weakness

Adding old fuel to fire as we burn

We move on

It can’t be the end since time is out of sight

and if it’s bend or break, we’ll make a break for it at first light

It might sound right true that I’ll be true to you

If it comes down to trust, we drop our gloves and it is on again

And so it starts, the endgame, and it may come as no surprise

that this will end in stalemate. In time preceding our demise

And it is on again

I’ll aim for your feelings

On again

and fire is returned

Time’s run out in search of a weakness

Adding old fuel to fire as we burn

The art of seeing eye to eye

The fog or war is on the rise again

And so it starts, the endgame, and it may come as no surprise

that this will end in stalemate. In time preceding our demise

And it is on again

I’ll aim for your feelings

On again

and fire is returned

Time’s run out in search of a weakness

Adding old fuel to fire as we burn