Deep in the wood Where nothing is seen A tightrope is strung to his heel And high on the walk He's down on one knee He waits for the slow of the breeze Oh, wow, look at him now, on his feet High up in the sky And every moment stands endlessly If feels as though time isn't moving
And every second, one breath not to breathe I watch as he moves to the beat Well I'm on the floor I watch from my seat And watch as he sways with the trees And slowly he moves, but elegantly I'm more on the edge of my seat
On the tightrope Everything's bare All that there is is from here to there On the tightrope The goal is quite clear Don't lose yourself in your fear
Everyone waits on the walk Some are long and some small But all of them tall Everyone must make a choice Will I go for it all And possibly fall The tightrope is thin I could possibly win on the walk
Well high on the walk The tightrope it bends And nobody knows where it ends To win or to lose You're all on your own Everyone must be alone
On the tightrope Everything's bare All that there is is from here to there On the tightrope The goal is quite clear Don't lose yourself in your fear