Thread the Needle - from "Subconscious"

He was made to travel
a place he'd never been
it's all the same
his time is running thin

A light that now shines dim
once as bright as the sun
a door once open wide
will now let through no one

CHORUS:
He threads the needle
he's walking the fine edge
he treats life like a game
and you know he'll end up dead
as he threads the needle
he can't remember what she said

Can you make a change
before it grows too late
you'll never know your place in life
if all you love you hate

Don't expect my company
there's nothing left to say
and don't expect my sympathy
there's none to find today

CHORUS

You've lived your life a gamble
and for what you cannot tell
I only hope you understand
I can't pull you out of hell

I've sacrificed all that I can
yet you refuse to try
if you won't change your state of mind
then I guess this is goodbye

He threads the needle
he's walking the fine edge
he treats life like a game
and you know he'll end up dead
as he threads the needle
he can't remember what she said
he treats life like a game
and you know he'll end up dead
as he threads the needle
you know he'll end up dead