I've got ghosts in my chest screaming Kid you're out of time The skies are ignoring the seasons They've got colder intentions in mind In mind... The crows are condemned to the murder singing "We live our lives on the line! And we know your health is fading, we're waiting Outside your windows at night" At night... I moved to Southern California To turn all my blues into gold But I couldn't keep up with all of the motions So I took the train alone All alone... I never asked for these twelve hour friendships They're draining my arms in the night And these birds out my window they're creeping, they're creeping Singing all the while... "On the line, on the line, we live our lives, on the line On the line, on the line, we live our lives, on the line"