Walk on Wire
Since I've been holding your head in my hand
The crowd in the street the boys in the band
They all seems to vanish beyond my comand
As if they were made out of sand
That rat on your cradle, your howl on the moon
The chill in your breath, the sound in the phone
It rapidly grow among passion and fear
As something we already share
Walk on wire
With me
Walk on wire
With me
Walk on wire
With me
Walk on wire
With me
The wind from twelve quarters restore and refine
Shiver upon that legend of numb
These riddles and rhymes that breeze in our mind
That well of our precious time
Walk on wire
With me
Walk on wire
With me
Walk on wire
With me
Walk on wire
Wire
With me
So now were conected with the wire
Expanding all of our senses from the future
Down to the past driftning by the tide
While the saltwater pierces our incarnation
There´s really nothing like it"
Writer/s: Totemtunes
