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 ...