6 acessos
Tightrope, blank sheet
Everything could change today
Look ahead, don't look away
It's a fine line to a single point
A deaf ear, a blind eye
Red-handed with your head in the sand
But thoughts get lost again, like letters…
And soon our car sick minds will pull over
Just let it go
Just walk in a straight line
We've been holding it down
We've been keeping it down
Just walk in a straight line
Tightrope, from there to here
There was never a point of return
It cries out through our telephones:
We know it all but we don't know how to use it
Heartbeat, fast luck
Everything could change today
But thoughts get lost again, like letters...
And soon our car sick minds will pull over
Just let it go
Just walk in a straight line
We've been holding it down
We've been keeping it down
Just walk in a straight line