Walking on a thin rope between yesterday and the unknown
Sweat gets in my eyes, I can't see
I lost grip all that's real so long ago
I've left myself exposed

Between the lines I found myself
I held as long as I could
still I'm on a downward slope
for a while I wished that you were there

Seems your mind is wondering between confusion and your
thoughts of home
I found a pretty rose on the ground
Its petals have been pulled so long ago
It told me of its woes

Thought that all the kind people down below
Will be my pillow
But now I know that it ain't so
I fell into the eye of the storm

Between your eyes I found myself
I stared as long as I could
still I'm on a downward slope
For a while I wished that you were there