[00:23.00]Through wires and waves, our voices carry
[00:28.00]Such careful words that we can barely speak out loud
[00:39.00]We found an ocean when we needed land
[00:46.00]We drowned in words when we needed a hand
[00:51.00]So we plead for night, and the sun keeps on spilling light
[00:58.00]There's a fine line, a fine line in between
[01:07.00]Our progress and our instability
[01:18.00]We can't help ourselves but hunt for more
[01:26.00]A design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore
[01:36.00]The catalyst we've waited for
[01:47.00]We live and die under the thumb of fear
[01:52.00]As though the finish line will merely disappear
[01:56.00]If we take one less step, even to catch our breath
[02:04.00]We once felt safe, like no cure was needed
[02:10.00]Our vocabularies had no room for “defeated”
[02:15.00]But we grew up quick and became connoisseurs of it
[02:22.00]There's a fine line, a fine line in between
[02:31.00]Our progress and our instability
[02:41.00]We can't help ourselves but hunt for more
[02:51.00]A design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore
[03:01.00]The catalyst we've waited for