Standing at the foot of this old wishing-well
You can jump on in if you want
To see heaven could easily be a short-cut straight to Hell
Still, you can jump on in but only if you want
Are you still holding, holding on to reason?
Or have you been trying to cheat yourself through life?
Are you still holding, holding on to reason?
Is living not enough to keep you satisfied?
To keep you satisfied?
To keep you satisfied?
Now you're balanced on the ragged cusp of life
You know, you could fall off at any time
Blood stains rich along the steel of a knife
But by then you are too late to see the crime
Are you still holding, holding on to reason?
Or have you been trying to cheat yourself through life?
Are you still holding, holding on to reason?
Is living not enough to keep you satisfied?
To keep you satisfied?
To keep you satisfied?
To keep you satisfied?