He was walking across the wire
Holding a loaded gun
Taking out every lightbulb
One by oneAnd she was building brand new walls
To keep her safe and sound
Sometimes a place to live
Is just a place to hideOne more year
One more year
Let's hold our breath
And give it just
One more yearWell he was sparks and gasoline
All fire and command
The warmest comfort dies
In the coldest handsAnd she was two steps from the edge
But holding on somehow
Even God himself couldn't blame her nowOne more year
One more year
Let's hold our breath
And give it just
One more yearNow he's working on a plan
Learning to make her smile
Maybe a change of pace
Or a change of styleAnd she's walking across the wire
Holding a loaded gun
Hoping that what we feel
Ain't what we've becomeOne more year
One more year
Let's hold our breath
And give it just
One more year