Tightrope Songtext
von Time in Malta

You think we′re gonna crumble with our backs up against the wall?
Hold up your light
On your shoulders of death
With your loyalty put on trial
All courage fled
Our love and all of our fears
Our hope, transparent, crystal clear
Standing on the tightrope, we've almost been bled dry
Hold up your light with a gun against your head
Our lives are breaking up
Everything that we′ve built up is crumbling to the ground
Our lives are breaking up
When the dawn comes you'll find that we followed our own hearts
And we'll find our own way home
That′s what you banked on
Us backing up
I′m really sorry to let you all down
Our love and all of our fears
Our hope, transparent, crystal clear
Standing on the tightrope, we've almost been bled dry


Hold up your light with a gun against your head
You banked on us backing up
The chips were down and you backed up
All our lives have been fought with our backs against the wall
Tonight, the moment we′ve waited on
A line has been drawn in the sand
It's encoded, it′s in our hearts, it stands alone
Our lives are breaking up
Everything that we've built up is crumbling to the ground
Our lives are breaking up
When the dawn comes you′ll find that we followed our own hearts
And we'll find our own way home
Last time
It's the cry of the last generation
Last time to wake up your dead
Hold up your fire, raise up your dead
This is our last time to fight
Hold up your fire, raise up your dead, and cry
Hope
You think we′re gonna crumble with
Our backs up against the wall? Never!
Our lives are breaking up
Everything that we′ve built up is crumbling to the ground
Our lives are breaking up
When the dawn comes you'll find that we followed our own hearts
And we′ll find our own way home