Over the Line

Over the line I made it fine Just when time nearly swallowed me Over the line That son of mine I can't deny's now following me Over the line I can't decide If patricide waits behind the glare Over the line I'll let it ride Woe betide anyone with wisdom to share Yellow fingers keep the rollies rolling A-lone, not at home Flushing it out with rip-off Coca-Cola So called Cola-lite You can't say we didn't try Try, try, try, try Over the line For one last time I see the snowflakes fall all around Over the line The only time I've ever felt my thoughts were sound Over the line, Over the Line, Over the Line Yellow fingers keep the rollies rolling A-lone, not at home Flush it out with fake-ass Coca-Cola So called Cola-lite You can't say I didn't try Try, try, try, try Feel me Paralysed with me Heal me Paradise with me Real me Paraglide with me