the past
is such a complicated beast
our history holds our tongues
and ghosts still linger on our lips

I'm not the type
you're not the type
to fetter the future when we know
one of us would have to give up
something of ourselves

I think we're dancing with danger here
more than we ever have
with the burn of her name still fresh on your heart
and the brush of her breath still vivid in my soul

tell that to the heart that leaps in my chest
when you're close enough to hear it

we have choices to make here
I don't think we can stay on this cliff's edge forever

back to safety, forward into the terrifying rushing air
(who knows if there's water catch us)
(if there is, we still could drown)

just tell me
which way do you want to jump?