Where the fence is low
And the water is rising
And the [bad word] down
And the dark fills the skies in
One foot on the ledge
And I'm feeling for safety
Somewhere between sure
And I don't know, maybe
I'm off on my rope here
I'm off on my own here
And I find my hope here
I find my own here
I'm off on my rope here
The fence is low
Where the fence is low
Where the fence is low
Each shadow I walk
To the ends of the forest
And the shape of the hands
They break the ground for us
The fear that contains
That burns like a blessing
I've been here before
The edge, and I'm guessing
I'm off on my rope here
I'm off on my own here
And I find my hope here
I find my own here
I'm off on my rope where
The fence is low
Where the fence is low
Where the fence is low