This world forced me to stand out upon the edge,
the walls were closing in, the line I walked so thin, like a needle ...
I tried so hard to find a way to keep balance,
and then our fingers brushed, and with that single touch,
I knew you were here,
Both of us try to fly with these old broken wings that we share,
The only things we have ...
There's only so much time ( until we die ),
"So what is it you want to do before your time is up?"
Though I ask ... You just laugh, beautifully.
Smiling at me, oh so perfectly ... Oh,
Burning under the sun ( melting away ) ...
We'll weave through the spaces between the-buildings that stand tall,
and then we'll fall, and I will pull the trigger at last ...
At the very end ... It begins again ...
And snow will fall and cover every thing ...