There's a graceful dance above me.nFrom the sun reflecting in.nOff the cars that pass below.nEach with their own story within.nAnd the dance movesnThey remind me of the times that I've walked innTo a room and left with nothingnExcept the fear to walk back in.nnSo I'll stay safe at my vantage.nOn occasion I'll peer in.nYou'll grow up out of the corner of my eyesnRight next to him.nYou'll need help, you'll need attention.nYou're a captivate whim.nBut I'm a coward prone to quitting.nI just make sure never to begin.nnthe gunpowder between my teethnLets me know that I've come cleannIt should be easy to say goodbyenSince you won't be looking at me.nnI can see you through a windownBut the cracks keep you a blur.nThere's a victim in this storynI wish to god that is was her.nWhile I know I've your recognitionnIt's of its nature I'm not sure.nIf I could ever push this questionnI'd shut my ears for the answer.nnSo I'll stay safe at my vantage.nOn occasion I'll peer in.nYou'll grow up out of the corner of my eyesnRight next to him.nYou'll need help, you'll need attention.nYou're a captivate whim.nBut I'm a coward prone to quitting.nI just make sure never to begin.nnThe gunpowder between my teethnLets me know that I've come cleannIt should be easy to say goodbyenSince you won't be looking at me.nnLetting you go... (help with lyrics please?)nnthe gunpowder between my teethnLets me know that I've come cleannIt should be easy to say goodbyenSince you won't be looking at me.