No Net - Rudiments

Dead upon the water or was it sand?

A difficult landing caught us off guard

Our faces had new masks, they weren’t the same

And our names seemed to reveal meaning

I’m stuck with Adaline, Cunningham and Turner

Spitting moths as they crack up

With a simple yes or no we’d have been O. k

Attitude and green put us in this heap

I’m a tightrope walker. No net!

I’m a tightrope walker. No net!

I’m a tightrope walker. No net!

I’m a tightrope walker. No net!

Adaline’s blaming others for what they’ve done

Cunningham’s stashing rations

Turner’s looking like he’s had a revelation

And I’m trying to hold on tight

Scattered pieces are all around

The only light is coming from a hazard flash

But I guess things could be worse

I could be spitting moths, cracking up

I’m a tightrope walker. No net!

I’m a tightrope walker. No net!

I’m a tightrope walker. No net!

I’m a tightrope walker. No net!

Sirens warning

Sirens warning

Sirens warning

Sirens warning

Isolated in this tank such different minds

And we all have to pull it together

Put aside our differences to stay alive

Put it in the bag on the other side

Is it me on the other side?

Is it me on the other side?