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