The high road is always a balance beam chipping away our ankles, and I think it's high time we embraced the visual
On my way home I saw a keyhole in the sky and I tossed around my reasons for the cost
Divide and dissolve the seams that weave deep within my head
We're losing light, and in this despair I'm finally aware that I am not one to learn so fast
Straining across this great expanse where the weight of the world rests, and the air is thick with crushing emptiness
If only I could lift these feet up from the ground I'd circle 'round the world I know, I know...
...we, like marionettes off our strings fling limbs at our pa**ions and hope to connect with impossible dreams
It's holding on when nothing feels right, it's the final, identical, severed umbilical breath from a tightening chest as we're holding on