HIGHWIRE

Love's continual balancing act, a point of light
above the darkness.

It's a three-ring circus on the edge of town
With hoops and dogs and falling circus clowns
And I'm up on a tightrope and I can't look down
'cause it's a highwire
It's a highwire

Then the crowd grows quiet, then the crowd grows still
Then I whisper "I love you, and I always will"
But you never can tell when you might Jack and Jill
From the highwire
(repeat)

Chorus:

This love, this love
Is a highwire
This love, this love
Is a highwire
This love, this love
Is a highwire, it's a highwire
It's a highwire

Straight and narrow, stretched hard and tight
It's a centre shot in the glare of the cold spotlight
And I'm walking a thin line between day and night
On the highwire
(repeat)

And the hard ground's waiting in the dark below
And my heart's so heavy and I'm moving slow
I'm hoping I make it but you never know
'cause it's a highwire
It's a highwire

Chorus


Words and Music:
©David Francey (Ayer's Cliff, Quebec, March 19, 1999)

 

 
 

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