I’m up on the tightwire.
One side’s ice and one is fire.
It’s a circus game with you and me.
I’m up on the tightrope.
One side’s hate and one is hope
But the tophat on my head is all you see.
And the wire seems to be
the only place for me.
A comedy of errors
and I’m falling.
Like a rubber-neck giraffe
you look into my past.
Well maybe you’re just to blind to – see.
I’m up in the spotlight.
Oh does it feel right!
Oh the altitude
seems to get to me.
I’m up on the tightwire
flanked by life and the funeral pyre,
putting on a show
for you to see.