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