The Borderline

You were never one to sink down slowly
I'm asleep in the tunnels in your mind
You trip over me in the dark night
And my shoulders only bare feathers
Be prepared for my own weather

Drop that knife from your hand
The mountains are coming again
You’re banging on my eardrums
Start digging down that valley you're in

You'll never walk on solid ground
I’ll make sure of it while I'm around
Hold on to that ceiling
Painted with every shred of what you're feeling

I'll cut you down
I'll make sure of it while I'm around

The arches and adrеnaline
Try animal, try stone and tin
You've takеn too much again
Cold tile and spilled chemicals

I see them dripping from your eyes
I can't even dry them with lies

You’ll never walk on solid ground
I’ll make sure of it while I'm around
Hold on to that ceiling
Painted with every shred of what you’re feeling

Now she's screaming
“Don't you ever think I'm tired of being sick sometimes?”
But she only built one switch in her mind
Go on, take that step over the trench
Soon in the sun you’ll be drenched

You'll never walk on solid ground
I'll make sure of it while I'm around
Hold on to that ceiling
Painted with every shred of what you're feeling

No, not while I'm around
Not while I'm around
Two steps forward, five steps back
Pick one side of the borderline
You're under attack