A loose grip on a thin line Leaves me trailing behind I know I've far to go But your steps are too small Now and again Take me down a peg You know I can get so lost Even if it's true From anyone but you Nothing would get through my wall I lose touch in your goals It's vertigo And your words are like Music to the beast It's all lights and smoke It's political And my grip remains true Though the line may swerve
A loose grip on a thin line Leaves me trailing behind I know I've far to go But your steps are too small Now and again Take me down a peg You know I can get so lost Even if it's true From anyone but you Nothing would get through my wall I lose touch in your goals It's vertigo And your words are like Music to the beast It's all lights and smoke It's political And my grip remains true Though the line may swerve
