I was working in the flight line Taking nothing home for hours and days
Always walking on a fine line Never falling off, just pushing away
Until i saw you walk across a crowded room alone Maybe sometimes i assume Somehow it seems that time is slowly slipping away again Leaving me without a trace
I keep looking at the radar, listening to the radio I am caught up in a fire fight Needing know which way to go They all say that i am living on a wing and a prayer Lost over the horizon but i don't care I'm looking at the radar, listening to the radio
I was standing in the fine line, watching as the seconds turned hours to days
Still walking on the fine line Never falling off, just making my way
Until i saw you walk across a crowded room alone Maybe sometimes i assume Somehow it seems that time is slowly slipping away again Leaving me without a trace
I keep looking at the radar, listening to the radio I am caught up in a fire fight Needing know which way to go They all say that i am living on a wing and a prayer Lost over the horizon but i don't care I'm looking at the radar, listening to the radioTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
