Testo Threshold In Medias Res
Set back, easy waters. Keep them at bay.
Their lines seem sufficient, or so they say.
Well, we set down a number to find our way.
My cell is so alone they seemed to say
I tried for so long to get just where I'm going to.
I tried for so long to take this I will never set foot upon your side again.
Tune in, severed sirens, are screaming at me.
I sulk, turn in sideways, then call it a day.
Well, the cross-line is chosen, pick one and stay.
It never opens up, it just seems that way.
I waited so long to get just where I'm going to.
I waited so long to cross this I will seek out and find my way across the threshold.
As you sit and wait
And you look away
And you just don't know
As you sit and wait
And you look away
And you should never let go
I waited so long to get just where I'm going to.
I waited so long to break through these lines that bind these chains across my feet that prevent me from the age old threshold of which I stand on the centerline or the median.