Lyrics

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