Well I'm living in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge someday I'll make it mine
The singer is off rambling away from the domestic shelter of love. His travels may take him back home or into some other realm, such as death and/or salvation.
Like the borderline, Beauty weaves a fine line, like walking a tightrope, thin and dangerous as a razor.
On the surface the singer is optimistic that he’ll find Beauty, whether it be back with his original lover, in another woman or his travels. On the other hand, since Beauty is fleeting, can only be experienced and not possessed, the singer (in his hubris) is doomed to fail.
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