Tightrope

Tightrope

Spirits on the ceiling
And faces on the screen
You donít know where to stare
And do you even care?

Lights are in black boxes
Screaming for their time
Still they make your ears go blind
Would you ever mind?

Thereís a tightrope in the air tonight (tightrope, cutaway)
All unseen among the golden lights (unseen, gone astray)
Outside the window, of some other kind (outside, we go)
You seem to tip it down, donít know, never mind (down, down, donít know)

The air is getting thinner
And the voices are so far
Speakers say itís not too late,
Are they up to date?

Sand falls out your pockets
And where goes all your time?
It stays right in your darkened room
Will never share your doom.

Thereís a tightrope in the air tonight (tightrope, cutaway)
All unseen among the golden lights (unseen, gone astray)
Outside the window, of some other kind (outside, we go)
You seem to tip it down, donít know, never mind (down, down, donít know)


Unstable new life in your fingers
As you cling to the nights unborn rope
That hangs so silently in your head
That swifts so softly through your head.

Far from the artificial nightmares
We cling onto the very last moment
With bleeding, aching palms,
With bleeding, burning palms.
11.4.07 15:58
 


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