作词 : Claire Moreau
作曲 : Claire Moreau
Between the skin and the flesh, there’s some space left
Some very soft pieces of meat
Between the panes of my windows and the noise of the town
There’s a voice, humming around, urging me to escape soon
You’ve got to pick that other road, design it, shape it, build it gracefully
And ultimately let the sun in

Between the floorboards and the crust, there’s a heart beating for more
Sometimes I really have to lend an ear
Sometimes I swear I can’t hear my heart beat
Those days I have to walk more, talk more
Make peace with yourself first
Walk more, talk more, make peace with yourself at last

But you end it before it starts
And there’ll be no line-crossing,
No tightrope walking

In the first chapter and in the following pages
The man that is a lonesome wolf he doesn’t play it safe
He’s a gambler
Now he’s got an issue he should make his point home

Now he’s got to make his point home

I’m 48 now, I’ve been dating a woman
She’s got the style, the grace and the crown
And now she’s got an issue she should bring it
Bring it home

At night I see a train, and it’s taking me
From the window to the ground and I jump
Cause I want to wake up

I’m 48 now, I’ve been dating a woman
She’s got the style, the grace and the crown
And now she’s got an issue she should bring it
Bring it home

But she ends it before it starts
And there’ll be no line-crossing,
No tightrope walking