we watch the land and imagine our bodies buried within all the blurring green imagine our bodies hovering we re always on the edge we re always on the edge of something bigger than this said i ain t married yet not some marionette i cut my strings and i went wandering between two poles one was dirt and the other was gold they push and pull if one is evil is the other one good is it good cause we re always on the edge we re always on the edge of something bigger than this cause we re always on the edge we re always on the edge of some impossible trick i spit my piece the words are sweet but they hardly speak so i shut my teeth and i won t say anything i m losing you i can see it i m losing you i can see it i can see it i can see through the thin skin s moving i can see through it like a loose balloon i am lost and loving the view