Bleed the Line

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