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But still the rope goes on and on...

Sometimes i feel like a moth to a flame

we live, we die

and still we don't know why.

Sometimes i feel the stone of Cain

the rain, the sea

won't wash the blood on me.

I'm walking on the tight rope

bowing at the empty chairs

that shade into the darkness.

Is anybody out there?...

Sometimes you guess you're a prayer left undone

too thick to fly, too thin to fall and die

You're walking on the tight rope

like a thousand times before

surrounded by the silence.

You're walking on the tight rope

surrounded by the wall

of a thousand bolted doors...

...I used to dream we'd meet one day

and find a place called home

but still the rope goes on and on...

Do we live to walk alone?

I'm walking on the tight rope

like a thousand times before

surrounded by the silence...

You're dancing on the tight rope

don't know what you're fighting for.

Do we live to walk alone?