Second and Last but Not Always Songtext
von The Provenance

Hanging by the thinnest of threads
Trying to secure a decent grip
Before you slash the line
Clearly, it′s a futile act
Truth be told that's how i felt
The whole time

Waiting for the verdict to fall
You′re not fit to stay here


I knew it all along
Visibly, i cannot help
You were meant to assure me
So i did not stray
I felt it all along
Obviously, i cannot help it
You were meant to assure me...
Can you recall?

Realise, with bitter hindsight
You were meant to applaud me, reassure me
Instead you slash the line

I knew it all along
Visibly, i cannot help
You were meant to assure me
So i did not stray
I felt it all along
Obviously, i cannot help it
You were meant to ssure me
My precious, my precious hell!