Verso 1: 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 Verso 2: 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 Ponte: 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