So we stand, you and I:
The same side of the edge ...
A fragile rope of sand,
Thin grains of our hands ...

And we stare, you and I:
Just a sheer-drop of eyes ...
A spasm of flesh,
A chasm, our flesh ...

How do we now come to be?
How do we now come to be?

So we stand, you and I:
The same side of the edge ...
Just a rip on the lips
Of a dumb man

We part, you and I:
With all our screams repressed ...
Almost unaware,
Just a heart dizziness ...

How do we now come to be?
How do we now come to be?

Thin grains in the wind ...
Thin grains in the wind ...