High above as in the clouds. They swing so slowly. To the wire showing no fear. They step so boldly. Gently faster. Building in momentum. Until success or disaster.
Fear grips your heart and you fight with all your might. Into the distant light you keep your vision bright. And the torch of love is a burning flame.
She walks like an angel walks. She talks like an angel talks. I first saw her down in market street. Wondered where'd she go. The girl went down down.
Dead asleep the city dreams. Holding up its arms like limbs of steel. Mountains rise like mounds of sand. The boiling sea has swallowed up the land. .