This track was born from the sketches of an arpeggio and chords written during a period of romantic turmoil many years ago. How many of us have lived a story on a razor's edge? It’s like walking across a porcelain bridge over a frozen lake: no matter how hard you try to make it work, sooner or later, something is bound to break. Lyrics: The ink is pale, the nib is worn On this map of territories we’ve torn You are the North, shivering and cold I am the anchor, losing its hold We built a cathedral on shifting sands With glass ceilings and trembling hands The echo is louder than the call Watching the shadows climb the wall The space between us is a thinning thread Woven with words we never said Oh, we’re two tides that never meet In the rhythm of a heart that skips a beat A porcelain bridge over a frozen lake Measuring how much the ice can take It’s a beautiful ghost, it’s a silent war We’re reaching for a closing door You keep the keys to rooms I’ve never seen I paint the fences where the grass was green We’re reading books with the middle torn out Finding the faith in the center of doubt The garden is thirsty, the well has run dry But we’re still staring at the same grey sky If I pull the string, will the knot untie? Or will it tighten under this heavy sky? The gravity of us is a weightless stone Together in the dark, yet so alone Oh, we’re two tides that never meet In the rhythm of a heart that skips a beat A porcelain bridge over a frozen lake Measuring how much the ice can take It’s a beautiful ghost, it’s a silent war We’re reaching for a closing door Just a thinning thread... A porcelain bridge... The ice is thin. The light is dim.more