Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Casual Sexists
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ed Hynds
Songwriter
Johanna Robinson
Songwriter
Letra
Occupying the doorway to the subway
He is not watching me
He carries a radio but it plays no music
Childbearing hips
There hangs an instrument to keep us level
Right next to the radio
A sliver of light between two deep darknesses
He could extinguish mine
We walk the thin line Something we share
Finger the thin line
As though it is not there
Can't keep my eyes from his waist
The magnitude of the waste
Sprawls unguarded between us
One eye on the handle toward our hands
One move is all it would take
A fountain of chaos so pure
Absurd, almost sublime
We walk the thin line
Something we share
Finger the thin line
As though it is not there
We walk the thin line
Something we share
Brushing the thin line
How did we get here?
Preoccupying the doorway to the subway (car)
Maybe he was watching me
Speeding into Stillwell Avenue
Perhaps he wrote a song for me?
We walk the thin line
Something we share
Finger the thin line
As though it is not there
We walk the thin line
Something we share
Brushing the thin line
How did we get here?
Written by: Ed Hynds, Johanna Robinson
