He was walkin across the wire, holdin a loaded gun
Takin out every light bulb one by one
And she was buildin brand new walls, to keep her safe inside
But sometimes a place to live is just a place to hide
One more year, one more year
Lets hold our breath and give it
Just one more year
We were sparks and gasoline, all fire and commands
The warmest comfort dies in the coldest hands
And she was two steps from the edge, but holdin on somehow
But even god himself couldnt blame her now
One more year, one more year
Lets hold our breath and give it
Just one more year
And now he's workin on a plan, learnin to make her smile
Maybe a change of pace or a change of style
And she's walkin across the wire, holdin a loaded gun
Hopin that what we fear aint what we've become
One more year, one more year
Lets hold our breath and give it
Just one more year