My dance on the line begins again...
Something keeps coming back to me, even when I think
That it's been long, long gone
Against my will it pulls me the way
That I don't know anymore
And where I've already been
And that's how my dance on the line begins...
Good memory kills your guilt
While I'm waiting scared and hopeful
I'm a little afraid of stepping on the line once again
I look down
And then I laugh and laugh
And that's how my dance on the line begins....