Sky shining, girl
White steaming, girl
I'm swatting a wasp away, just
You smoking, girl
You joking, girl
'bout postmodern poetry, postmodern lust

Breathing you in all
Your second-hand smoke all
Your second-hand thoughts all
Your second-hand tales, but I know
When the second hand moves
You could be gone again
A wisp of you all that remains

Chorus:
Without you today
Maybe I'll fade
Into oblivion, girl.
Or maybe I'm made
To walk the line between
A pass and a fail
Hope you're wishing me luck
'cause I'm clumsy as f***
Without you holding my hand

The line's getting thinner
The wire's getting higher
The crowd's getting small
And I know that I'll fall,
Over and over and over again


In the doorway, girl
In a grey haze, girl
Again we say goodbye
Left to stare at my desk, girl
Stare at the mess, girl
As I think and I sigh
This was your idea
You got us here

And

Chorus

Yeah, yeah, yeah
The line's getting thinner, girl
The night's getting darker, girl
Can't face the critics alone any more
I need you I want you to walk through that door, yeah

Chorus

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooo-ooo-oooo