Vertaling van: Blof - Aan/Uit

It's a very thin line
Between heaven and earth
Between being and not-being
And it's hard to understand
What the price is and what the value is

It's a surface of slippery ice
Of knowing and believing
Between being stupid or being wise
There is nobody that can tell us
There are the blind
There are the deaf

On-off
You’re here with me
You’re gone
There is no middle way
On-off
On-off
Whether we pray, or whether we curse
We’re continually searching
For the clock that is quietly ticking
And for the switch that says click

There is a very thin curtain
Between the internal and the exterior
Between freedom and pain
And it’s difficult to be sure
Which are the doors and which are the windows There is a very deep soul
Between winter and summer
Between the end and the beginning
But still I don't know
Am I sober or a dreamer?

On-off
You’re here with me
You’re gone
There is no middle way
On-off
On-off
Whether we pray, or whether we curse
We’re continually searching
For the clock that is quietly ticking
And for the switch that says click.

On-off. on-off
You’re here with me
You’re gone
There is no middle way
On-off
On-off

On-off
You’re here with me
You’re gone
There is no middle way
On-off
On-off
Whether we pray, or whether we curse
We’re continually searching
For the clock that is quietly ticking
And for the switch that says click.

On-off
On-off
You’re here with me
You’re gone
There is no middle way
On-off
On-off