I can no longer confirm or deny
Which one of us is keeping the lie
I keep your dreams and you keep the score
Which one of us is not needed no more

I might be branded by calling your name
I've never met anyone who felt the same
I might be walking on a hot embered bed
But you fan the flames and walk away instead

The sea is dried up and all turned to dust
My boat no longer floats over

I've been walking the tightrope, keeping the game

I try to keep away by keeping the line
It produces one hell of a time
Like two pair of eyes overlooking the plain
It's getting dangerous just to sleep on the train

The sea is dried up and all turned to dust
My boat no longer floats over

I've been walking the tightrope, keeping the game