Lyrics

Flat on my back, I can feel myself falling Into a singular state of mind; As if through a fog, I can hear someone calling I know I'm cutting it fine Thinking that maybe it's time to cross the line The last thing I need's any outside assistance; Whatever I do will be what has been done And if force is applied, let it be from a distance Right now I'm biding my time; Hold on, I'm biting my tongue Hoping I'm timing my run across the line It's all gone so quiet and scary I can feel the bloodrush in my ears If only I could keep my head If only I could keep my head from spinning If only I could keep my head I'd cross the line Is that the finish in sight or a mist that's descending? The geometry's blurred at the edge of the scene At the vanishing point there'll be no perfect ending No final dotting of "i"s, no chance of crossing the "t"s – At last, unpicked at the seams, I'll cross the line