this thing between you and I
this (thin) line we cannot cross
from stranger to stranger tell me now
this distance, how much does it cost?
we never consider looking at one another
we never consider simply hugging each other
though our shadows merge together on the pavement
we never meet the other’s eyes except for cash or crash
I can see bodies piled-up like cars
hands and feet crushed like metal
blood spilling like gasoline
there must be another way than crashing
we never consider talking to each other
we never consider considering the other
though our shadows merge together on the pavement
we never meet the other’s eyes except for cash or crash
just one look, just one glance,
just one blink, just one eye contact
no more crash, no more cash, no more crash
no more cash, no more cash or crash
this (thin) line we cannot cross
from stranger to stranger tell me now
this distance, how much does it cost?
we never consider looking at one another
we never consider simply hugging each other
though our shadows merge together on the pavement
we never meet the other’s eyes except for cash or crash
I can see bodies piled-up like cars
hands and feet crushed like metal
blood spilling like gasoline
there must be another way than crashing
we never consider talking to each other
we never consider considering the other
though our shadows merge together on the pavement
we never meet the other’s eyes except for cash or crash
just one look, just one glance,
just one blink, just one eye contact
no more crash, no more cash, no more crash
no more cash, no more cash or crash
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