High-Wire Walkers.
High-wire walkers
disappearing in the fog
Admirers and stalkers
a sea of hands beneath the smog
I'm on a wire
I've been for days
Trying to aspire to your place
They don't dream of falling
They keep reaching for the clouds
Pursuing the calling
of the muse for which they've bowed
I'm on a wire
I've been for days
Trying to aspire to your place
I'm on the wire
I've been for days
With a desire for your ways