A loose grip on a thin line
Leaves me trailing behind
I know I´ve far to go
But your steps are too small

Now and again
Take me down a peg
You know I can get so lost
Even if it´s true
From anyone but you
Nothing would get through my wall

I lose touch in your goals
It´s vertigo
And your words are like
Music to the beast
It´s all lights and smoke
It´s political
And my grip remains true
Though the line may swerve