One More Trip

Not in what we've seen but what we think that we saw

Not in the space between but in the boundary lines that we draw

Not there in the cards but how they fall on the table

Not in what we've done but what we can do if we're able

Despite our best intent we're headed for a fight again

Now I'm bubbling over and you're cold as liquid nitrogen

One more trip back across the thin line mama

When I swore the last time is the last time

Not in the tears we cry but only the reason they're falling

Not in the fate that we chase but only the fact it is still calling