Not a day gives way to waste
I've walked along the line
Like a saint, that sins, with grace
On the edge, on the palm of my hand
I look down, enjoy the view
Life won't be the same again
Voice in my head screams out
Nine lives are running out
What goes up must come down
Chances you'll hit the ground
What you got left to give
Don't you want time to live?
Time gives those wounds a lick
Teach an old dog new tricks
Black cats in front of you
Everyone's out to get you
Imagine to feel you're on your own