You draw a line around my headnYou think it's where it's atnYou've lost your sense of itnAnd I feel it's somewhat strangenHow your mind is set for itnWhen I know the fault's all minennAnd still you're hanging onnYou're hanging onnI know the fault's all minennWe're in the wait of something elsenIt's like a subtle sensenAnd all comes back againnBut you're going all the waynIt's hard to draw the linenWhen I know the fault's all minennAnd still you're hanging onnYou're hanging onnI know the fault's all mine