We spoke so quietly
But loud enough to notice
We hold so blindly
Waiting for a motive
Could the rising tide go
Tumbling in focus?
(beyond the undertow)
On a winding tightrope
Steadily and foolish
Pull from me
It’s time to leave me out
Dont rescue me
I’d like to figure out
Where I’ll go
Where I’ll go
When the curtains close
You spoke so timely
And strikingly corrosive
Letting go so slightly
Pretending not to notice
It seems the rising tide won’t
stumble back in focus
(beyond the undertow)
On a winding tightrope
Suddenly and foolish
Pull from me
It’s time to leave me out
Don’t rescue me
I’d like to figure out
Where I’ll go
Where I’ll go
When the curtains close