Chris Wilman - One More Day Lyrics

Fast-forward through the flashbacks to reach the re-living in real time
Mortal unease, full throttle cock-tail, no ambulance for disease of the mind
Rolled up in the shower, rolled up in the shower
No expectation of being clean again
Can't breathe world's too loud can't breathe world's too loud
On the floor bawling my eyes out, I'm on the floor bawling my eyes out
Waiting for relief Waiting for relief Waiting for relief Waiting for relief

Of the air again the air again

Don't generalise my problems close my eyes to see the brand-new violence
Made my home an open prison in an endless tailspin of pain and terror
You startle me I'll show you startle me I'll show you
What disturbed really looks like what disturbed really looks like
No cure no final healing no cure no final healing
I'm taking orders from my disorder taking orders from my disorder
Waiting for relief Waiting for relief Waiting for relief Waiting for relief

Better than living better than living one more day one more day
Better than living better than living one more day one more day