The Border - Astronauts, Etc.

Composed by：Astronauts, etc.

Some love their straight-jackets but I'm partial to my sleeves

Drawn among the ones who trade good judgement for a peek

The border is vanishing at the corners

I must be getting warmer

I approach the door and it moves farther from me

I was told of the danger

But I can hear liberation

Coming off the hall it only quickens my feet

Who's that frowning figure I see waiting in the wings

I lose concentration when his gaze falls onto me

The border is vanishing at the corners

I must be getting warmer

I approach the door and it moves farther from me

I was told of the danger

But I can hear liberation

Coming off the hall it only quickens my feet