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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