[00:23.000]Through wires and waves, our voices carry
[00:28.000]Such careful words that we can barely speak out loud
[00:39.000]We found an ocean when we needed land
[00:46.000]We drowned in words when we needed a hand
[00:51.000]So we plead for night, and the sun keeps on spilling light
[00:58.000]There's a fine line, a fine line in between
[01:07.000]Our progress and our instability
[01:18.000]We can't help ourselves but hunt for more
[01:26.000]A design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore
[01:36.000]The catalyst we've waited for
[01:47.000]We live and die under the thumb of fear
[01:52.000]As though the finish line will merely disappear
[01:56.000]If we take one less step, even to catch our breath
[02:04.000]We once felt safe, like no cure was needed
[02:10.000]Our vocabularies had no room for “defeated”
[02:15.000]But we grew up quick and became connoisseurs of it
[02:22.900]There's a fine line, a fine line in between
[02:33.700]Our progress and our instability
[02:42.800]We can't help ourselves but hunt for more
[02:52.800]A design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore
[03:02.800]The catalyst we've waited for