Tightrope

*Whistling* 

 

One foot then the other

Thick air empty space down below 

Tip toe tightrope walker

Straight line it’s a path that I know

 

Look ahead keep my balance

Clear my head and forget what’s behind 

Focus not on the absence

Focus not on the need to rewind 

 

But he’s that tremor on my string 

A sudden gust of wind 

Just a word, a touch of skin 

I lose sight of everything 

 

Not much of a talker 

His laugh, my feet start to slip 

Too late, tightrope walker

tripped  over the freckle on his bottom lip 

 

‘Cause he’s that tremor on my string 

A sudden gust of wind 

Just a word, a touch of skin 

I lose sight of everything 

 

We lock eyes and I tremble

You smile--my pulse skips 

I’m losing my composure every time you bite your lip 

One hand on the wire, it’s too close to call

If you did this on purpose

If you knew how far I’d fall 

 

‘Cause you’re that tremor on my string 

A sudden gust of wind 

Every time I let you in 

I lose sight of everything 

 

A tremor on my string 

A sudden gust of wind 

Just a word, a touch of skin 

I lose sight of every 

I lose sight of every thing 

 

*Whistling*