From the recording Tightrope

Lyrics

All out of luck you're falling apart at the seams
Your senses are dulled, the paint it has peeled off your dreams
A sigh and a shrug is all you can manage these days
Why aren't you burning
Why aren't you sending out rays?

All out of luck the gambler who never can won
You travelled the world searching for what lies within
I asked what's the trouble
I asked you why do you bleed
You said it's in the trying not the winning
That you'll succeed

All out of luck I read the note on the door
A black silken glove, the cross that your father once wore
I'm tracing the steps of the day that our lives became clear
When we shared our passion
But most of all we shared our fear

All out of luck