Clear as a hole in the wall
Dark as the back of the sun
All that we hold to the light
Gone at the edge of a gun
Easy to sleep with the wolves at your door
Do right
I am the line that we see on the floor
Too right, to die is always the same
In a way
Do right
Falling down but we never walk
Away
Do right
I am the sign that we veer off the course
Too right, to die is always the same
In a way
Do right
