He was walkin' across the wire, holding a loaded gun. Taking out every lightbulb one by one. And she was buildin' brand new walls to keep her safe and sound. 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. Well he was sparks and gasoline. All fire and command. The warmest comfort dies in the coldest hands. And she was two steps from the edge But holding on somehow Even God himself couldn't blame her now. One more year. One more year. Let's hold our breath and give it just one more year. Now he's working on a plan. Learning to make her smile. Maybe a change of pace or a change of style. And she's walking across the wire. Holding a loaded gun. Hoping that what we feel ain't what we've become. One more year. One more year. Let's hold our breath and give it just one more year.