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 [bad word]  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 ... 

And snow will fall and cover every thing ...