Give a little sign for the unrest
Or bleed your heart in protest
I'm walking on this fence like a tightrope
Where is the land?
I'll make my approach,
Find the ground, look around, follow the fault line
Spent enough time faking through the motions
Speaking only our convenient opinions, we'll wait for a split second understanding
In a split second I'll be landing
I'll make my approach,
Eyes down to the ground, follow the fault line
Please adjust everything around to fall in place for now
That might just remind us how we should see it