C F C

C
Through wires and waves, our voices carry.
                                   F            C
Such careful words that we can barely speak out loud.

We found an ocean when we needed land.
                                   G
We drowned in words when we needed a hand.
F
So we plead for night,
    C
and the sun keeps on spilling light. 

C               F       C
There's a fine line, a fine line in between
      G          Em  F
Our progress and our instability.
                        C
We can't help ourselves but hunt for more.
  G                                     F
A design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore-
             C
The catalyst we've waited for.

C

C       F   C
We live and die under the thumb of fear,
 
As though the finish line will merely disappear
      F             Dm        F
If we take one less step,
     C
even to catch our breath.

C
We once felt safe, like no cure was needed.
 
Our vocabularies had no room for “defeated,”
F                                     C
But we grew up quick and became connoisseurs of it.

          F                      C
There's a fine line, a fine line in between
    G                F
Our progress and our instability.
                 Dm     C
We can't help ourselves but hunt for more.
  G                         F
A design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore-
        C
The catalyst we've waited for.