A loose grip on a thin line | |
Leaves me trailing behind | |
I know I've far to go | |
But your steps are too small | |
Now and again | |
Take me down a peg | |
You know I can get so lost | |
Even if it's true | |
From anyone but you | |
Nothing would get through my wall | |
I lose touch in your goals | |
It's vertigo | |
And your words are like | |
Music to the beast | |
It's all lights and smoke | |
It's political | |
And my grip remains true | |
Though the line may swerve |