The bridge splits down the spine
Eight lives slip out of line
Graveside, we hear it said
Death still wants its dead
Skip my turn—
Death’s coming down the line
Take someone else’s years
And keep myself alive
Skip my turn—
Fear makes the wrong feel right
Let somebody else burn
But live on borrowed light
Chalk hangs where she fell
You take the deal they sell
Gun smoke; a badge runs red
You count his years ahead
You think the debt is paid
Then hunt the one who stayed
You trade a life for breath
And still end up with death
Skip my turn—
Fear makes the wrong feel right
Let somebody else burn
But live on borrowed light
Flight one-eighty to Paris.
Now boarding—now—now—
Cursed flight!
Same fate!
Where it started!
Too late!
Bought years, got days
The sky’s ablaze
Those years they lent
Were already spent
Skip my turn!
Watch it burn!
Death stays ahead
Still wants us dead
Skip my turn—
Death’s coming down the line
Take someone else’s years
And keep myself alive
Skip my turn—
Fear makes the wrong feel right
Let somebody else burn
But live on borrowed light