He was walking across the wire   Holding a loaded gun   Taking out every lightbulb    One by one      And she was building brand new walls   To keep her safe and sound   Sometimes a place to live   Is just a place to hide      One more year   One more year   Let's hold our breath   And give it just   One more year      Well he was sparks and gasoline   All fire and command   The warmest comfort dies   In the coldest hands      And she was two steps from the edge   But holding on somehow   Even God himself couldn't blame her now      One more year   One more year   Let's hold our breath   And give it just   One more year      Now he's working on a plan   Learning to make her smile   Maybe a change of pace   Or a change of style      And she's walking across the wire   Holding a loaded gun   Hoping that what we feel   Ain't what we've become         One more year   One more year   Let's hold our breath   And give it just   One more year