On a Nerve

Nameless as the way we started

I'd like to go

Back to time before name

Name for all we know

When the room was filled with chances

No one would take

We collided with them

Knowing chances fade

Proving that to keep from hiding

Means you must play on a nerve

Under the weight of skin and bone

Dotted lines divide

The shape of things to come

Giving up anticipation

For certainty

Wasn't nearly as good

As we hoped it'd be

Pulling back the sheets and covers

Only to find

The freight and baggage that grows

On the family tree

If loving only comes with effort

Could we still be on a nerve

Under the weight of skin and bone

Dotted lines divide

The shape of things to come

Feeling on the edge of being

Taken aback

By the damage we did

With the sense we lack

Thieving over intonation

Tuning at last on a nerve

Under the weight of skin and bone

Dotted lines divide

The shape of things to come