The Line

Originally performed by Phish

Dry mouth push it out I can hear my heart pound,
A hero's what I'm not.
Voices scream, flashes flare, frozen as the people stare,
My crucifixion shot.

Friends were electric on the western side,
While triangles were shifting on the floor.
Squeezing out the breath that I don't have,
The quiet now they only want two more.

And you step to the line.
And you step to the line.

Every shot I've taken, has led me to this moment since I was four feet high.
Big Dee is watching I remember what he taught me: "Don't let them see you cry."

And you step to the line.
And you step to the line.

You try to see your future from the line.
You're clinging to the notion you'll be fine.
But the circle's getting smaller all the time.

Dry mouth push it out I can hear my heart pound,
A hero's what I'm not.
Voices scream, flashes flare, frozen as the people stare,
My crucifixion shot.

And you step to the line.
And you step to the line.


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