Walking up the straight and narrow line, everyone...
As I lay on the bed to wait...

Your mind is a forest of traps,
Make a wrong move, someones heart snaps...

A man came from the clouds
Picking who to thrill and who to kill...

The way you speak to me is a fire of love,
In the clouds the rain moves your name with love...

The proper feeding of love
Divides the tide to an everlasting white dove...

Do I care by day?
Will I care by night...