My backyard is a park. in the dark we lose our feet.
Slender fingers cut the sky, I think it's the trees.
My back is stained green with laughter. "don't fall after my feet..."
Your wrists are stained red, you say it's the trees.

I can't see your shadow - see through you, but there's a light around us.
Are you asking me for help? do you think my hands are bound?
Balance act held fast on a white goal post. "how should we die?"
How should we live? yes, I know you're dying

I know we all are, all of the time. I just wanted to know if you're all right.
Are you all right? "tragedy is a word, not a lifestyle".
Balance slipping fast, the sky explodes around us.
I'm ungratefully optimistic; I think we should live.

Writer : HAM, GREGORY
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing