Sometimes I feel like I'm hanging on by a thread. That time is running out, And I'm slowly fading away, Will I get another chance? Will I be able to start again and this time it will be different? Oh tree you'd better break real quick, so this won't hurt anymore, Oh tree wait a minute, don't break... give me time to see what will happen. Oh no, time is running out.... Then it's over, Now I'll carry this moment marked on my chest.