Текст песни Narrow Margins - Half Moon Run

I can't live this way
Breaking all my rules again
Choking on my gin
You push 'til I give in
'Til the loser always wins
Somehow with his beckoning
Bruising with his threads
Confusing what he says
But I won't live that way
Though I kind of want to anyway
Kind of want to play
With all the pretty and the pure
Well I return to the earth
I return to the dust
No more beauty by the pound
And this I do not trust
'Cause nothing forgives
Rules and narrow margins
In our lives
It's rules and narrow margins
But I will slip by
I can't find the time
I don't know the future
I couldn't bring that past back
I waste what little time I have
But I swear I almost touched it
Yet it slipped between my fingers
Sent shivers down my spine
Cut a splinter in my mind
But it wasn't nothing, again
These rules and narrow margins
But our life
It's rules and narrow margins
But I will slip by
Rules and narrow margins
Rules and narrow margins
But I will slip by