Текст песни
One foot in still water and the other on the ground
The breeze put wild fire at arms
It's echo crashed and ruptured in my ache
Hanging on a thread
To serve my mean
On and on, and again to compromise my balance
Draw a line and watch my ground crumble
This temple in me speaks in various tongues
Full of thirst to seek knowledge
Light a match and burn the bridge that lies between us
All I could try is hope the light will illuminate my path
To let go and leave behind
Bare the fruit of the condemned
Standing on paper thin ground
Mask your head and wear your crown
The king of jester clown