Days Like These Will Be The Death Of Me

Yesterday when I was blind I could anticipate the early warning signs. The shiver when you talk to me, the rigour in our smile
Is there a better place to start? To pioneer a new technique in martial arts? For kissing without touching? Without waking up?
This house is like a fire when the sun sets, it knocks me to my knees. And days like these will be the death of me