Maybe we're standing on the threshold. With our eyes open wide. Let the river keep on flowing. We can reach the other side. Caught in this endless revolution.
The light is bending early. Around the prodigal. The gunner whispers gently. His shadow on the wall. The crowd is bursting from me. A single animal. It finds it's freedom early.
Maybe we're standing on the threshold. With our eyes open wide. Let the river keep on flowing. We can reach the other side. Caught in this endless revolution.