sleepwalking (on the high wire)

you can see her now high as the horizon

fall into the quicksand and brainstorm my mind

balancing on tip-toe

sharpened to the glow

in a tangle of thunder calling helplessly below

sleepwalking

on the highwire

sleepwalking

into the open palm of the empty sky

you can't hear her now you can't reach her at all

spiral of persuasion twists until freefall

balancing on tip-toe

angled clutch and flow

an accident at the circus

falling helplessly below

sleepwalking

on the highwire

sleepwalking

into the open palm of the empty sky

sleepwalking

on the highwire

sleepwalking

into the open palm of the empty sky