How long did you think it would take Until it started to weaken? And how long could you fumble and fake And not see it was beaten? And you crave for the other man's shoes You break and you bite you black and you bruise But this line has broken and what could have been saved has been wasted away This line has broken and what could have been saved has been wasted away And you've no right to act like the child Who's been lost and forsaken And you've no right to be angry and wild At the choices you've taken And you crave for the other man's time You black and you bruise you creep and you climb The wind blows on friendship's young face Look at it burning turning fading away We all crave for the other man's light We hope and we dream but we know what feels right