Из альбома: Caution
I was hanging on by a little thread
Just minutes before I was on a mountain
I screamed "I can see all"
The ground broke from the sound
It was all built on nothing
And the pretty lights down below
Begged me to just let go;
To let myself be condemned;
To start again
I opened up my aching hands
I went down like an avalanche
I tool with me the things I found
I used them to help slow me down,
And start again
Caution: the solid ground that you
Are on will slide from under you