I know a thin blue line
Shrouded in a veil so fine
I watch it rise and fall
It’s the start or the end of it all
And I think she’ll let me touch it, touch it
I hear a distant beat
I hear its thump thump thump thump
I know from where it comes
Deep set organic drums
I know still waters stop
I see it, feel it drop drop drop drop drop
I know still waters run dry
I can see it through my dimming eye
And I think she’ll let me touch it,
Touch it, touch it.
She’s let me touch it before.
And I think she’ll let me cut it, cut it.