There's this road I walk where my world seems small And I'm left with nothing to say. All the clouds are grey and the trees the same And the light seems so far away.
I don't care who's there, my head's lost in air And I walk with no one to share. While things seem so dark I can't seem to start So I fall right flat on my face.
I want you to know I'm crossing the line, And I'm sinking, I'm sinking. I want you to know I'm crossing the line, And I'm sinking, I'm sinking
There's this cell I dwell where the walls are tall, And the door is so very small. On the ground I sit with my head hung low, And my legs tucked close to my chest.
I want you to know I'm crossing the line, And I'm sinking, I'm sinking. I want you to know I'm crossing the line, And I'm sinking, I'm sinking