Aan/Uit. [English translation]

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It's a very thin line

Between heaven and earth

between being and not-being

And it's hard to understand

What the price is and what the value is

It's a surface of slippery ice

Of knowing and believing

Between being stupid or being wise

There is nobody that can tell us

there are the blind

there are the deaf

On-off

You’re here with me

You’re gone

There is no middle way

On-off

On-off

Whether we pray, or whether we curse

We’re continually searching

for the clock that is quietly ticking

and for the switch that says click

There is a very thin curtain

between the internal and the exterior

and between freedom and pain

And it’s difficult to be sure

which are the doors

and which are the windows

There is a very deep soul

between winter and summer

and between the end and the beginning

But should I sometimes still not know

whether I’m sober or whether I’m a dreamer?

On-off

You’re here with me

You’re gone

There is no middle way

On-off

On-off

Whether we pray, or whether we curse

We’re continually searching

for the clock that is quietly ticking

and for the switch that says click.

On-off. on-off

You’re here with me

You’re gone

There is no middle way

On-off

On-off

[instrumental]

On-off

You’re here with me

You’re gone

There is no middle way

On-off

On-off

Whether we pray, or whether we curse

We’re continually searching

for the clock that is quietly ticking

and for the switch that says click.

On-off

On-off

You’re here with me

You’re gone

There is no middle way

On-off

On-off