Political - Halou

A loose grip on a thin line

Leaves me trailing behind

I know I’ve far to go

But your steps are too small

Now and again

Take me down a peg

You know I can get so lost

Even if it’s true

From anyone but you

Nothing would get through my wall

I lose touch in your goals

It’s vertigo

And your words are like

Music to the beast

It’s all lights and smoke

It’s political

And my grip remains true

Though the line may swerve