K.D. Lang. Watershed. Thread. Zeneszám

One says love is tragic
One says miracle
One becomes a skeptic
One is vulnerable
It's sad to me how quickly
We define
What's wrong with yours
Is right with mine
You think
That we could learn
To let things slide?
Just let things slide

One side moving closer
One is more obscure
One side feeling open
One in overload
All the time it takes
To build things up
And no time
Flat to deconstruct
You think
We could learn
To give it up?
Give it up

The thin ice that we tread
That's dangerously set
The intentions
Go falling through

And you
I had you in my web
Now here I am instead
Hanging by a thread

I'm caught up back and forth
Of balancing my fear
I'll tell though you
For all it's worth
I fell for you my dear

It's sad to me how quickly
We define
What is wrong with yours
Is right with mine
You think
That we could learn
To let things slide?
Let things slide

The thin ice that we tread
That's dangerously trapped
The intentions
Go falling through
And you
I had you in my web
Now here I am instead
Hanging by a thread

(Thanks to Rafael for these lyrics)