Walking on a Wire Songtext
von The Zangwills

Balancing my loose head on my neck
As if I′m ordinary
Trying to stop the corners of my mouth
From falling down
I'm slipping into something heavy
A marching jacket made of pennies
I read the books my fingers touch
But my heads in a different town entirely

I′m walking on a wire you see
And there's a breeze that's getting rough
So I might need picking up off of the pavement
A straight line′s become a maze man
I hope this feeling fades man
I hope this feeling fades


There was a quiver in my core
As though I was newly born and swaddled on the chip shop floor
A kingless heir, no one to follow
I was looking at the back of my own head in the mirror
Thinking this ain′t right
I was looking at the back of my own head in the mirror
Thinking this ain't right

And now I skip straight to the page with the paintings
Words mean nothing anymore
I think of you and my fears start waning
You′ve got my chucking worry on the chopping board
I skip straight to the page with the paintings
Words mean nothing anymore
I think of you and my fears start waning
You've got my chucking worry on the chopping board

Entirely

I′m walking on a wire you see
And there's a breeze that′s getting rough
So I might need picking up off of the pavement
A straight line's become a maze man
I hope this feeling fades man
I hope this feeling fades tomorrow

Man I hope this feeling fades
Man I hope this feeling fades
Man I hope this feeling fades tomorrow


Man I hope this feeling fades
Man I hope this feeling fades
Man I hope this feeling fades tomorrow