Keeping Pace With Planes

Keeping Pace With Planes - Conditions

Written by：Conditions/Paul Leavitt

I am drowning in dry land

Distance is swallowing me

This keeps my sanity close

But far from inside of my body

Complete lunacy

I will no longer keep this within me

The closest thing to me at heart

Is the furthest thing away to touch

And all these undeservers take for granted

What we deserve so much

The world has been pulled to my feet

Closer than it's ever been

This is something to live for

The beautiful mess I am in

Complete lunacy

I will no longer keep this within me

The closest thing to me at heart

Is the furthest thing away to touch

And all these undeservers take for granted

What we deserve so much

I know this feelings heaven sent

And I am so confident

I will regain my sanity

When goodbye is a memory

Complete lunacy

I will no longer keep this within me

The closest thing to me at heart

Is the furthest thing away

And all these undeservers take for granted

What we deserve

The whole entire world

Is not enough to make my body still

And no matter of miles

Could make a mockery of iron will