Bleed the Line

Bleed the line, beat the drum

For the madness of the world gone wrong

Water-wings for the helpless

There's nothing to show

When nothing is real to feel

Never captured in pictures

Just a witness to struggle and glide

You're falling

You're falling to the side

You're listing

You're listing

Ordinary lights like candles of warning

There is shaking of the ground

There is tumult in the air

Hang on to the lines left to learn

To the truth in each busker's breath

To the chant and the strum still left to wonder

You're falling

You're falling to the side

You're listing

You're listing