Crossing Over The Line

Words and Music by Brad Cole, 2005

I’m working on a problem; perhaps it’s working me.
All my logical decisions, they're too quickly failing me.

And it comes, rushing over me. It's better than anything, and I’m gone…

The road is flagged with caution, and I’m painting over signs.
Yeah I fight myself and I’m loosing the battle inside.

I’m taken by your laughter, and I'm circled in your shine
Fallen into your curbside grace while you trespass through my mind

And it comes, rushing over me. It's better than anything, and I’m gone…

All my walls are coming down, and I’m crossing over the line.
There’ll be no looking back this time.

Sweet dreams in my darkest night, but the morning always comes down hard on me…
you know I’m crossing over the line.

Smoke ascends around me, from my future and my past
As I melt into the moment, cause nothing here can last.

And it comes, like a hurricane, blowing me away again,
And I’m gone…

All my walls are coming down,
You know I’m crossing over the line.
There'll be no looking back this time.

Sweet dreams in my darkest night,
but the morning always comes down hard on me…
you know I’m crossing over the line.

…Smoke ascends around me, it’s better than anything, and I’m gone...