The Thin Line

Well you and me, we're the same now
Only I'm further in the box not ready to walk
So far out like you
I'm scared to death of that it means if i do

Is the man in the moon the man you're worshiping now
You talk an awful lot about the things that you doubt
You say the man at the top of the stair pushed you down
Oh that fall, was it hard when you hit the ground

You and me we're the same now
Only I'm shading what you're yelling out
Yelling "how dare you"
I'm scared to death of what that means for you too

Well I heard there's a small sad piece of shame
Trying to level your honesty against his name
Now thin and dangerous the line beautifully drawn between
All the sad things you say and how I think the very same thing

I don't know if my branches deserve to be cursed
Like you say that they should in your song and verse
I rather favour the leaves that when they fall to the dirt
Can curse the options they lost and bless the things that they learned