Lyric Political

A loose grip on a thin line
Leaves me trailing behind
I know I ve far to go
But your steps are too small

Now and again
Take me down a peg
You know I can get so lost
Even if it s true
From anyone but you
Nothing would get through my wall

I lose touch in your goals
It s vertigo
And your words are like
Music to the beast
It s all lights and smoke
It s political
And my grip remains true
Though the line may swerve