I'm treading down the white line, trying to keep my feet from disintegrating
Christ wasn't the last to find temptation while starving alone in the beating sun
What I wouldn't give for a cold, chill rain
The type of rain that leaves you shivering and desperate for warmth
In the cold rain, I feel alive
Chilled to my soul, I'm reminded that these old bones still feel
The sweat beads across my brow
How long can I maintain my balance before I fall?
